You’re not helping, nor protecting anyone, by holding back, suppressing, stifling or filtering your raw, true expression. Your tears are healing, cleansing. Your anger is jarring, shaking, stirring, awakening. Your love is uncommon, bracing, passionate, resolute.
Pleasantries are polite, but seriously, fuck off. The game of numbness and feigned ignorance — manifesting as arrogance — no longer serves. Fear is a tool of the cowardly, and we are not cowards. We are sovereign, divine masters of love and light. We are artists of and by nature, and commanders of dreams.
Be you. Be real. Be free.