Here’s to those who prefer the musings in their heads over the harsh words of those around them.
Here’s to the ones who paint the picture of their lives in vibrant colours, with great imaginings of their life and what they want it to be.
Here’s to dreamers, who aren’t afraid to think in terms of the clouds, the “what-ifs” and the “why-nots”.
Here’s to the ones who believe in their dreams that may seem impossible to those around them.
Here’s to those who aren’t halted by conventions and who do not answer to harsh judgement of self-worth.
Here’s to the the cloud-walkers, who follow their passions in bounds and strides, loving what they do and doing what they love.
Here’s to the ones who make dullness into art, who create beauty from pain, who suffer the pangs of reality and thrive in their imagination.
Here’s to those who continue to dream when others have stopped, for the greatest weapon we still possess it hope.
Here’s to you, dreamers, “cloud-walkers”, thinkers of the impossible. Without you, our world would be grey and dull, full of those who have remained on the ground. We need both the realist and the dreamers to create this balance in the world.
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To the dreamers I write:
The cloud-walker drifts through open space,
oblivious to the goings on around them.
They seem to float, uplifted by the great fantasies playing out in their heads.
They skate between the boarders of imagination and reality
almost seamlessly.
They notice everything but disclose nothing.
For their true identities come from within.
These masters of disguise; these wandering souls can hide in plain sight
For they do not hide from the crowd, they hide from the faces.
They are not too preoccupied by those who are nailed to the ground
by the harsh pegs of reality.
The cloud-walker does not drift because she is lonely,
She drifts because she is free.
