This is a love letter, over-thought and written
to comfort and console, to reach out
to the sick and feeble. The shunned and silent.
the dreamers and believers. The weird and proud.
The depressed, The suicidal and emotional. 
You are not alone.
You will not be left to be lost in the darkness.
Your voices will be heard, and your prayers will be answered.
You will be found and rescued, and you will be accepted and loved.
When the clock strikes midnight, that is when we shall rise and come out to play with all our might
wearing masks and badges that sport a variety of colours, unique personalities and the eyes of ghosts
wielding in our hands the tools of creation and weapons of destruction
marching through the empty streets with our logos on our sleeves, vigilantly and defiantly.
We will not settle and rehabilitate, but take control and instigate what we hope will be a new age in which we will be gifted and blessed with the god-given right to create.
This is a love letter to the kids without a voice. Artists.  Painters. Writers. Poets. Optimists. Explorers. Adventurers. Wizards. Kings and Queens. Musicians. Superheroes. Aliens.
Let loose your inner rebel.
Own your quirks, your insecurities, and your flaws.
Wear them proudly, they’re a part of you, no matter what anyone else thinks.
And remember, you are not alone.