He sits cowered
As if he never left the womb
Drenched in a sodium rich shower
He thirsts for courage
And his name shall be confidence
He sits cowered
As if he never left the womb
Drenched in a sodium rich shower
He thirsts for courage
And his name shall be confidence
The news is often wasted on the negative. It’s a true crime. All too often people are painted in a bad light. Coloured to appear darker than their potential. And when they act out of “character” their actions are deemed alien. We become so used to the status quo that we begin to perceive a new “norm”. There’s an old debate almost as old as hate and violence.
Everyone talks about the worm
And the butterfly or moth
Never the cocoon
Which is like dying
But you're above ground
That's what interests me the most
I want to hear about the pain
What had to be sacrificed?
And how to come out not alive
But evolved
To what you were created for
The butterfly or moth can't tell me
Can you?
Human: I first discovered this creature in my reporting class Spring Semester of 2019. For the first few lectures I only recognized them by their auburn tresses, as well as the back of their shoulders. It wasn’t for a few weeks in, that I was able to notice them as an individual person.
Years months weeks
Milliseconds Microseconds nanoseconds
What is a human
How do you compare
What is the measure of a woman or man