And Wilder things. For the ones whose hearts are never here but floating off on summer winds. For the ones whose minds have trouble discerning between the outside world and the interior one hidden. May your hearts soar and your minds roam until the day you move on to greener pastures.
That's why everything is so hard. I feel too much, or not at all, I care too much, or not at all. Seeing the world through your heart instead of your eyes just makes you look crazy to everyone who just sees with their eyes.