They’ll call you crazy when you laugh while everything falls apart.
When you choose to stay real in a world obsessed with perfect masks.
When you say no, when everyone expected a polite, agreeable yes.
They’ll call you crazy because your eyes don’t stop at the surface,
because your hands build worlds where others only see ruins.
Because you dream too much, live too much, feel too deeply.
And for those who’ve numbed themselves just to survive, that’s threatening.
They’ll call you crazy because you dare not to blend in.
Because you’re not afraid to be the offbeat note in a fake-perfect chorus.
Because instead of compromise, you choose truth.
Because instead of silence, you choose your voice.
They’ll call you crazy — but it’s just their way of saying “I can’t understand you.”
It’s their clumsy label for what they can’t control.
Because you are too much. Too intense, too free, too real.
But let them call you crazy.
It’s a compliment in disguise.
It’s their way of admitting they can’t tame you, nor predict you.
That your fire blinds them, that your light makes them uncomfortable.
And you?
You keep shining.
Keep creating.
Keep breaking cages with a smile on your lips.
Keep living like each day is the only one, and every dream is already reality.
Because those who are born with the gift of seeing things differently…
aren’t crazy.
They’re dangerous.
Because they can change everything.
Silvia ♥️
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