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Humanity is not something to be avoided. Humanity is not something to be avoided. Humanity is not something to be avoided.

In fact, our humanity is the ultimate unavoidable. We're trapped inside this skin, most of the time. Half of us are really just winged things itching to fly, anyway. You were meant to fly, you know. Not so much fly in the sky but your soul was meant to soar. Does it soar? or sore.

Does your heart ache? Mine does, in the best and worst way possible, it aches. It longs, stretching greedily for a thousand things. Not tangible things, but the desire to capture and embody all beauty that was ever experienced in this short existence.

You're still so young, but there's so little time, yet. You weren't meant to be put on a pedestal, somehow something far out of reach to be admired or glowing like a crystal angel on display. You're dirty, you're a plethora of complexities and whole worlds of depth. Your knees are scraped and your teeth are stained, and you are beautiful. We are all a little selfish... a little more than a little. You are laid bare and It's beautiful, you know. All these heaping piles of fragrant stench and raw beauty, bags of bones and meat, heart and soul. That's all we really are, in a sense.

We like to think and overcomplicate. Our minds are a raging network of waves and wires, a tangled web of knotted string. Sometimes we underestimate, sometimes we overplan or... well anything, really. The mind knows a lot of things. The heart-- not so quick to know or understand. The head can tell a heart what it knows, but the heart isn't always a good listener. There's build up of scar tissue and ear wax that keeps the heart hard... hard of hearing. But the head is a repetitive thing, and eventually what the mind thinks a heart will learn. Years of knowing can never amount to a moment of true understanding. That's where the heart comes in. All head or all heart are two very dangerous things. One without the other is simply not enough.

It is okay, there's room for mistakes. There's whole lifetimes dedicated to them.