The Flower Child

Have you ever noticed those specific souls in a crowd who are the most bright, the ones you cannot miss in a packed room, the ones who inspire companionship in you, the ones whom you want to discern eventually, the ones with vast consciences and seas of experiences apparent in their eyes, the ones with the best stories,the truth of stories and the awe they inspire is what you want to witness, the ones with a perpetually sunny disposition, the ones who reflect negativity of all kinds and do not associate themselves with gossip, the ones who always have a new idea to talk about, the ones who love with an intensity unparalleled and equal strength of character to fight the default blues that follow.

And you know all this by just looking at the halo around their faces. ​ ​ You look at these souls and you know that you can love them with the zenith of your emotions and it will go to waste, not because they won’t love you back, but because they won’t stay forever with you.

Yet you dare to break your heart and fall in love with a fleeting dream.

All the good things are wild and free, that’s why you are so intrigued by them, you want to understand their rhythm and keep them close. But like you cannot capture the sun and steal its warmth, you cannot tame these souls and keep them fixed, they are transient. They are indeed the sun-worshippers, they bask in its unbounded glory and are guided by its strength. ​ They are the drifters, not just in emotions, but in their whole demeanour. They resist stagnancy, they cannot stay in a place and not get inspired to move along after some time, they are never delayed in motion, but enthused by it, they are the ones who want to experience everything and be everywhere, fail yet learn, be hurt yet escape, fall yet rise to fall again. They are not afraid of failures and that’s how they learn. They are the risk takers and the change makers. ​ The wild ones, they will be free, regardless of what society dictates them to be, they will be the song that changes destinies, the dance that lights fires, the epiphany of a madman, the galloping mirage in this desert of love, the father of mortal adversities and the detective of their own consequences. ​ They do not belong to one place, one person or one ideology.

They will constantly change and evolve because of all their experiences in all those foreign lands. They will be the brightest amongst all and the visibly happiest. They will not just exist, but change the definition of living life. They will touch souls, will alter fates, they will be the zephyr in person.

They will be infinite.