BEYOND THE MASK. INNER STATES SECTION. CHAPTER IV.

Behind each face,

There is a labyrinth of silences.

Silences that are not voids, but corridors

straits,

Where thoughts walk on tiptoe

To not be heard.

There you hide the truths you don't have

Still found the courage to say.

Not always

what we see

Is what it looks like.

Eyes can tell stories that do not

They belong to the wearer.

A smile can be a fragile bridge

Thrown over an abyss of fears.

Hidden emotions,

Unspoken fears,

suspended desires.

They remain there, waiting for a crack in the

mask let the light through.

They barely move, like flames under the

ash,

Ready to burn if they only find oxygen.

Beyond the mask,

A threshold of light opens.

A light that doesn't ask you to be ready,

But to be true.

Going through it means accepting that every

shadow that inhabited you

Is not an enemy, but a part of you that

wanted to be seen.

And when you go through it, you find that the

mask doesn't fall to turn you off,

But to set you free.