The very crux of human nature, it is a natural instinct to desire and gather around other like minded individuals, but what if you never had the option of shoving yourself inside of society’s rigid, stale form?
What if your body wasn’t your own, but a simple organization of grotesque, misshaped organs,
mashed together for a simple existence,
“Just breathe,” you say as you walk around the world not disturbing a single other soul,
Now I know what your thinking, that couldn’t possibly represent me,
After all I’ve been human for a while now, and our form continues flourishing, and never ceases,
Well comrade, think about the shades who walk beneath your stature usually,
You couldn’t imagine the scale people who deem themselves puny,
Everybody judges themselves, which shows the consequence of such a form
All it takes is one spare comment, sliding through humanities boundaries, exposing how vulnerable your born, because you have only survived by others working their heart out to keep you alive.
What a selfish life,
One day we pay back how much love we’ve wasted during our time,
Our present hope we give to others matters so much these days,
So unwrap your generous spirit, give away some honest laughter
So that when you eventually pass we won’t forget what warmth filled up our soul when you made us matter.
The Nameless Collective 