I pity those people who see the world in black and white, those who let rationality get in the way life.

I pity the people who laugh at their dreams, insisting that they are stupid or silly or unimportant.

I sorrow over the people who do not understand emotion, or the true causes behind it.

I grieve for the people who consider imagination a waste of time and energy and I mourn for those who cannot see the beauty of the world they walk in.

I cry for the people who cannot fall in love, or who love once but cannot find it in themselves to love again.

I feel for the people who cannot feel the way I do because in my mind, they cannot feel.