We are daydreamers.
The mental vagabonds of a society that dares us to make our homes from the hollow clouds of our vivid imagination.
Some, screaming hypocrites.
Others, silent critics.
And very few are the rare breed of truly free thinkers.
Our large minds are starfilled encyclopedias filled to the brim with the galaxy only we can see the beauty of and understand.
Filled to the brim with nonsense we as true creators and masterminds of imagination can maintain, let alone harvest.
Our innocent, indispensable intelligence help camouflage our dull outward appearance.
We wish to shout out wonderful ideas to the heavens but most bite our tongues to fit the harsh norms.
Perhaps, in another lifetime our minds will be freed.