Dreamers (a thankful poem)
This goes out to all the people who, without even knowing me, have passed through this blog, virtual space, or whatever you want to call it and have done me the favor of giving me a few minutes of their precious time. Thank you very much for being yourselves, and simply for being here, on this winding road.
We might never appear in a glamour magazine, and it doesn't matter.
In every single one of our words, we pour our personal kind of inspiration.
Older or younger, age doesn't matter. The most important thing is our heart.
Nobody's rich family members, only the dreamers with open hearts.
Living inside a world made of ink, creating every step of the way.
Just doing our best to enjoy life the best we can. Breathing calmly.
Breaking boundaries by the means of colorful lines.
Nobody's social media stars, no plastic selfies for most of us.
Living inside a world made of ink, creating every step of the way.
Just doing our best to enjoy life the best we can. Breathing calmly.
Regardless of our age, gender or profession, all of us are dreamers.
We simply want to share what we create with everyone who is willing to listen.
This is what we are. This is what keeps us going.
Together as one, despite the distance and time.
