We are dreamers.
Effortlessly enquiring endless possibilities of the impossible.
Losing sleep over the minor things.
Failure is our shadow, constantly looming behind us. Waiting for us to make a mistake.
Because one mistake can blow our covers.
What happens when we get thrown into the world, when we least expect it?
Financially, emotionally, personally.
Were our grades ever enough?
We try to find comfort in our darkest times. Yet what is comfort when our fatal flaws prevent us from blooming?
We are blossoms. Fresh and perky, searching for hope. Only to find ourselves falling apart, not being able to stop.
The power of the natural world.
We can only progress when there is no wind in sight. When the silver lining beyond the clouds is seen, that is when we progress.
Because the world is our oyster, when the crabs disappear.
We are thrown out of routine, unfamiliar and inexperienced.
We are vulnerable, transparent.
Everyone can see through our cracks.
Exposed.
