For all the people I surround myself with. br For everyone else, I don’t exist br So many people can never relate to my thoughts. My words. My ways. My style br There are so many more of ME though. I never knew this until I reached out. Not physically, but with words. br My dearest friends are the ones that I have never seen. It’s the words from others that have opened my eyes. Touched my soul. Been my guides through the best and worst of times. br I forever treasure all of you. So many times I wanted to give up. In a poets world though, something like that is an absolute NO br Yes I do refer to my beloved inspirational poets as faceless. br But br In no way, shape or form are you nameless br Now I am sad. I feel like I am at my wits end br I keep reading. br As much as I hurt.