the space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...
the final installment of the people mini-series which includes "you," "me," "they," and now "we."
we? we are soft by hard tender but solid calloused by experiences and worn out from struggles
we? we are gentle before we ache for blood we take and take and take and leave none left for those who let us starve
we? we are kind with subtle undertones of meanness the ugly harmony only a tiny bit in the larger melody
we? we love few we learned how it was too love too much or too little we sing to the saplings, yes and wrap them in our tender love only for few, however for we learned not to waste love
we? we are imperfect imperfect indeed not who everyone aspires to be
but we are imperfect human indeed
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