human

  
what it means to be human is often hidden tainted by the layers society wraps around our sense of being like skin yet instead of protecting it encourages us to harbor self doubt anger resentment and fear what it means to be human is to me some days like exposure on a cold winter day, wondering why and some days like a cotton candy sky where for one moment everything makes sense what it means to be human is all the experience in between the stark ends of the spectrum uncovered, unrendered, alive

 _words crystal beshears 

 _art samantha thompson 

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