The Dreamers.

We stayed awake all night to put our insecurities to sleep. 

Yet the light of the morning couldn't kill the darkness in us. 

It is a vital part of our kind. This "space" where no remedy reaches. 

It's where everything that goes seamlessly unnoticed suddenly emerges with scars that are too deep to be felt while we are sane. 

Things that pass us by when we are too busy being human. 

A note to the self that lays hidden inside us like unexplored destinations.

It's a regular in the life of someone who feels a lot. The different kind. We are. 

Sensitivity is a curse. And emotional intelligence is a bigger one. Queen Bees and Daunting Heroes. We just have a different kind of buzz. 

The world is quite harsh to paper boats. But we have plastic on the other side of the paper and we will sail through. 

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