They will mock you. Laugh behind your back. Call you a “weirdo”, a “creep”, or simply “nuts”.
Nevermind them. Their lives are small—their imagination even smaller. They are the ones that are want for pity, for they are oblivious of their shadow, and they will forever be somnambulists in their understanding, condemned to walk aimlessly through the dark corridors of life.
Leave them be. They are hopeless.
Keep walking.
Keep dancing.
Keep breathing.
Breathe in the twisted hoax of life. Exhale your inhibitions, your losses, your hurt. Release them into the heaviness of the night, where you find yourself at this very moment—alone, but never lonely.
Remember, you are expansive in your breaths—breathe, never stop breathing.
Breathe deep. Let them ridicule. Their laughter will suffocate their potential, and suppress their spirit.
Better to be mocked, than to be spiritless.