Look into my face—there is only an empty frame there. It is neither black nor white, because I am not perfect, just as you are not perfect. We are like mirrors, seeing ourselves reflected in one another. Although our stories are different, each of us carries broken pieces of the past within us—pieces that may still be waiting to heal. Pieces of our hearts, pieces of our souls, quietly waiting somewhere inside us to become whole again. Pieces that each carry a lesson. Pieces that can be put back together, allowing you to recreate yourself once more. A story that can be rewritten. A story that can begin again. So let us not allow the painful pieces of who we are to turn our hearts black. Instead, let us create love from our broken pieces. Let us create beauty. Come, let the light of love cleanse our souls once again. Art by Sepim_Art Dimension: 3000*4000, 5.4 mb