The sun shone.
We haven't shown.

The dark arose.
We bloomed in it as a rose.


During summer we missed the cold.
During winter we wished it was hot.
Spring sprung and we wished the autumn leaves would fall.


We are who we are. We don't ever grow desires that desires us to become something we are not.

We are the misfits.

WE never camouflage with the masses nor follow trends and direction out of gullibility. The path WE're  on may signify bleakness in the days to come and may look filthy to some.

Wait, the plural emphasised  just struck my concern and weakness..are WE unified? or perhaps unity to US is all contrary and single word equivocation.  Wait.. who are WE?..that question repetitively asked by my subconscious sarcastically.."I" answer "WE are who WE are. The misfits"