Here's to the wrinkles on faces that are not ashamed , the scars that are not botoxed away and hidden under concealer. Here's to the beauty of the poem, not the words or the lines or the rhyme but everything in between, because after all this time, you've learnt to read between the lines. Here's to sad eyes that are so much better without eyeliner because they are not ashamed of having shed tears and here's to beauty that cannot be seen but only felt. Here's to people that have lived imperfect lives marked with grief and mistakes and are not ashamed of it. Here's to us, we are but particles of dust in an infinite universe and we have the nerve to yell and demand to be heard , here's to the fight that never left with death and here's to all the things people cannot see , people have never seen fire, they have only seen flames and there is a fire inside you and and there is a fire inside me. And here's to fires that were never put out by words and fires that never dimmed with time. And here's to your dreams , they will keep you awake when the world sleeps and tomorrow is a promise that is all yours to take , I can fan your flames but nobody in this world can burn them like you. And burn, let it consume you and your soul and be the best damn dreamer there ever was.