IT'S the small things, rain, clouds, stars. THE fire and the fluffy blanket,the hot chocolate and the purring cat. LIVING in the shadows, observing people, knowing the things you like before you know us. WE don't mind when there is rain flooding out the sky, we enjoy the moment. THERE are always plants growing in the cracks, blossoming .WE ARE the different people, not weird but refusing to go with the flow, refusing to be like a dead fish . WE aren't all friends but we stick together. Comrades. WE silently listen. WE ARE the underestimated.