The light is softer here,
where the world cannot look in.
Voices lower,
not from fear,
but from knowing
some truths speak best in whispers.

Laughter sounds different
when it doesn't need permission.
Tears fall freely
without explanation,
without shame.

Behind closed doors,
we remove the masks,
we forgot we were wearing.
We become
not what the world expects,
but what we are.