A Human, Frighteningly beautiful.
Haah~
Being human doesn’t make one a human.
A human becomes real when the vessel holds something more;
More than just flesh and bone:
a quiet, shimmering thing called humanity.
To possess it is a blessing.
Yet... how rare its...
Because this body... this skin... is no more than a vessel.
It can cradle kindness...
Or become home to monsters.
People, when united, can move mountains forged from steel.
Yet the same people, when strayed, can drown the world in red.
It’s so beautiful... this idea of a human.
And it’s so frightening... what a human can become; how it can consume its own kind.
I loved this movie. It broke me in silence and rebuilt me in hope.
It reminded me that even if we can't always see it;
somewhere in time, somewhere in memory, somewhere in crowd, somewhere in the silence, in someone you pass by;
there are still humans... made of *humanity.*
There are still hearts walking around in human shape.
Being human doesn’t make one a human.
A human becomes real when the vessel holds something more;
More than just flesh and bone:
a quiet, shimmering thing called humanity.
To possess it is a blessing.
Yet... how rare its...
Because this body... this skin... is no more than a vessel.
It can cradle kindness...
Or become home to monsters.
People, when united, can move mountains forged from steel.
Yet the same people, when strayed, can drown the world in red.
It’s so beautiful... this idea of a human.
And it’s so frightening... what a human can become; how it can consume its own kind.
I loved this movie. It broke me in silence and rebuilt me in hope.
It reminded me that even if we can't always see it;
somewhere in time, somewhere in memory, somewhere in crowd, somewhere in the silence, in someone you pass by;
there are still humans... made of *humanity.*
There are still hearts walking around in human shape.
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