humans

We are flawed in the most infuriating, heartbreaking,
sometimes breathtakingly beautiful ways.

We forget what matters.
We hurt what we love.
We cling to stories that strangle us
because they’re familiar,
because they helped us survive once
even if they’re killing us now.

We flinch at honesty.
We confuse silence for peace.
We punish people for being real
and praise people for being small.

But even with all of that
we reach.
We still reach.
For connection.
For healing.
For realness after the war inside our chests.

We are human
the kind that feels all the cracks
and still chooses to love
because we’ve stopped pretending we need to be perfect.