Raise your glass to the perfectionist,
The one
who plays with the chaos surrounding his thoughts,
The one
who tries to navigate the unpredictability
With the
precise calculation of when and what to do.
Raise
your glass to the overthinker,
The one
who needs to reply every conversation to the smallest detail,
Endless monologue
with possibilities in his head.
The one
who still cringes at night for moment happened when they were only 10,
The one
who will solve every problem with fading smile.
Raise your
glass to the dreamer,
The one
who escapes reality with such an ease,
The one
who make the fantasy into reality,
The one
who is not afraid of the unknown,
The one
carrying the clouds as crawn,
The one
who shapes their world while they sleep.
Raise
your glass to the worrier,
The one
who attracts the scariest storms inside their head,
The one
who map their future out,
The one
who never enjoys the smallest joy,
The one
who always bears hurricanes in their eyes.
Raise your
glass to the insomniac,
The one
who never knows the rest,
The one
who fights the darkest hours in the bed alone,
The one
who still trying to hold on to the slipping sanity,
The one
who promised to take the magic pill
And yet
is unable to find their will.
Raise your
glass to the observer,
The often
left unseen,
The one
who struggles with the unprocessed feelings,
The ready
to fight when they feel the danger,
The one
unable to prevent the patterns,
The one circling
in never-ending shame.
And last
but not least, raise your glass to the survivor,
The one
burnt in thousand flames,
The one drowned
in hundred floods,
The one
who never stops moving
Even when
the situation feels like a dead-end.
The one
who chooses to trust even though they are wounded to the core,
The who
not only saves themselves, but saves us all.
