one flesh

We are soft things pretending not to be. We are pliable. We mould. We bend. We break.

We keep surviving what should have ended us. We are resilient. We are strong. We fight. Whether we want to or not, we fight.

We are one body spread across the world. Different shapes, different minds but same thick blood and fragile flesh. Brittle bones.

We are human. In our truest most vulnerable form we are human. And we must accept that. We must nourish each other. Fill each other. Pour till it overflows.

At the end of the day we are all we have.

We are worth saving.