She looked at the sky. Absorbing the solitariness of the moon, she smiled. Ready to drown in the ocean. Her ocean of tears. The things that never changed; her ocean, the moon and their solitude. Yet, she saw the one shining star, brighter than all. The one that she wanted never to be dissappeared. The hope that she looks up to, every time. Saved from the ocean, she smiled. Dancing among the stars, she started her fairytale. Beginning expectations, never to be dissappointed again. With the moon she walked, alongwith she talked. Changing the times. Shining bright as the moon. 'cause hope never dies, she smiled. Under the covers of the moon. Protected by the stars. She slept.

And beneath her skin, she holds a whole world. Despite of the cruelties and betrayals of the outside world, a world of her own. A world where there's no concern with the way she sits or talks or walks or thinks! A world where she can dream her dreams, listen to her thoughts, conceive herself invisibly, hear herself in the silence, realize her light in the dark. "She is strong," that's what they say. Not knowing about the broken pieces of her soul that she gathers everyday, to be broken again. "She can't do it," they tell her, but she does new things everyday to be told that again. "She is not our type," they challenge her, she changes her nature every time, to be challenged again.

Among all these, there are still people who know about the hidden realities behind her eyes. People who can be chosen to be with. People who enlighten her soul and heart hidden in the dark. People who know all about her. All this Beneath Her Skin!