my identity has nothing to do with you.
my blood runs through veins so intricate. my heart is safest when it experiences love in its truest form.
when silence abounds,
I can feel it, the beat. it drums against my bones, reminding me of how much of a speck i am in this vast world.
how precious it is to breathe.
Oh. You, too?
looks like we both struggle to understand what it really means to be human.