When you keep your foot on the ground, the ground feels some pressure. The gravity acting upon the ground gives you infinite amounts of energy, words and feelings. Then you look and get your head around the place trying to disentangle yourself out of the purplish side of your world to get into the bright yellow phase. You're flabbergasted enough that you're bound not to vent your feelings. This is when poetry speaks. The reverse happens; when your words sound louder than your actions. Also, one is not cramped to always give a damn about his unrequited love. Try to be the only one who isn't worth to the world but to itself. For dreamers, lovers and wanderers. #201 in Poetry till now. Hope it goes well :)