Those old souls,
that prefer old movies, songs and books over anything. Those who prefer watching the stars over some useless company. Those are the ones who once fell in love, truly and madly and then they got their heart broken because they are different from everyone else,
because they have a pure heart that doesn't know how to lie or how to fake, they are real.
Those are the ones who have their heads above water, who have many colored worlds inside, that a typical person would never recognize. They try to escape their meaningless life by getting attached to imagination, unexisted characters or a moving melody, a deep poem or a dream that get them closer to what they wanted to feel, to a story that can never happen to them.
They often get misunderstood because They just don't belong in this little unfair world, they deserve way better.
The sky shouldn't be their limits,
and their depth is way deeper than the ocean. Those old souls.