the emotional ones
the midnight cereal eaters,
and drivers of dirt roads that got lost
between the trees.
we are the up all nighters,
with the wide eyes,
and the dreams that won't call it quits.
the reachers for light.
the seekers of something better
than what the voices in our heads
have to offer
we are the air breathers,
the lovers of this life,
with scars that leek sunlight
across the pages we streak with ink,