Humanity is wonderful.
We aren't the feared bears wandering through forests, we aren't the eagle gliding over the land and looking for our next target.
We are the race that used to live high in the trees, eating whatever live would give us and enjoying company while we rest, at least that is how I like to imagine it.
Our love for each other was the thing making us superior.
Was.
Now we have other ways. But that is okay.
Luckily we don't need wings to fly
No gills to breathe in the darkest of seas
No thick fur to survive a night in a landscape full of white
And.no claws.to kill.our next meal.
And it all feels so natural, so given by reality, there is no point in trying to acknowledge every wonder, it would cause insanity.
Do you ever think about how your steak once had eyes and a mouth and a life, short and without any pleasure to experience our worlds wonders?
I do.
It twists my guts like Romeo and Juliet's love, but I guess that is humanity.
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PoetryPoetry about feeling found and calm, finally at a destination. I sadly only know the nationality of the artist, spain.
