I like weird people.
The rare ones that go through life exhiiendo their rarities as feats and their charms as everyday.
Those rare who fulfill dreams, believe in monsters and write stories, who care more for feeling than for looking, if, of those rare.
Of those who are now scarce and many discard, they deliver without asking and do not demand only give.
That's rare that they stand firm despite adversity, they have a lot to tell and they do not like to point out.
I like strange people, those who still know how to love, likes to miss and are so rare that they feel normal.
