We are the only creatures that fight so hard against the truth of ourselves.
Flowers bloom. Grass grows. Mountains rise.
Humans hide and shrink and pretend.
We live a withered existence and call it a life.
We are the only creatures that fight so hard against the truth of ourselves.
Flowers bloom. Grass grows. Mountains rise.
Humans hide and shrink and pretend.
We live a withered existence and call it a life.