Everybody has it. The Light.

After all, she just wanted to be loved. To be missed. To make a difference. To feel she was someone worth fighting for. She wanted to know that her light was noticed. She wanted to write a big text about it, try to find the right words, the right images, the right songs. But she wouldn't be able to show how all of that things made her feel everyday. So... She just stopped trying to explain. And started trying to show her light. Softly but with strength. The light that many people may not notice (her lack of confidence speaking), but that she knows she has. 'Cause everybody has one. Some have it pure, evil or just lightened off. But they have it. And everyone can let it shine bright.
Believe. Let it be. And let yourself live.