Faces are beautiful, like footprints of memory. A scent is nostalgia, but softer, less bittersweet. Touch is a flower that keeps blooming, always reaching for more bees, even knowing they might sting.
People are bodies that remember, live, and feel. They smile, frown, cry, get angry, laugh, sleep, dream, need, and want. Humans are awfully precious… though some beg to differ.
Yes, some are bad, vile, and disgusting—but they were once babies, with no clue of what they would become, sleeping in their dear mother's arms.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 8:59 PM UTC
Faces are beautiful, like footprints of memory. A scent is nostalgia, but softer, less bittersweet. Touch is a flower that keeps blooming, always reaching for more bees, even knowing they might sting.
People are bodies that remember, live, and feel. They smile, frown, cry, get angry, laugh, sleep, dream, need, and want. Humans are awfully precious… though some beg to differ.
Yes, some are bad, vile, and disgusting—but they were once babies, with no clue of what they would become, sleeping in their dear mother's arms.
