"This is for the lonely ones. The ones who go to bed and think they got no one. The shy kid at the playground. The runaways on greyhounds. This is for the lonely ones. The ones who always wonder where their friends have gone. The boy who can't stop crying. The girl who gave up trying. This is for the lonely ones."
I've always had this dream of making a place. A place for... the lonely ones, I guess. The outcasts. One last safe haven. One last harbour.
People can be alone if they want. They can reach out if they want. But they're not abandoned.
Sometimes it seems rather silly. After all, I may be many things, but a people's person isn't one of them. But what it must be to give shelter to the renegades. What a dream.
I just think it takes a lot of power. To build walls against the world, to say "the world can rage on beyond these walls, but not here. Here, you are protected. You don't have to be on guard all the time." It's a rebellion against the world itself.
Sometimes it feels like the ultimate uprising.
I've always had this dream of making a place. A place for... the lonely ones, I guess. The outcasts. One last safe haven. One last harbour.
People can be alone if they want. They can reach out if they want. But they're not abandoned.
Sometimes it seems rather silly. After all, I may be many things, but a people's person isn't one of them. But what it must be to give shelter to the renegades. What a dream.
I just think it takes a lot of power. To build walls against the world, to say "the world can rage on beyond these walls, but not here. Here, you are protected. You don't have to be on guard all the time." It's a rebellion against the world itself.
Sometimes it feels like the ultimate uprising.