HUMAN

Light drifts across a face
like a fish gliding through deep water
You can almost hear it hum
a low vibration that tastes of rust and rain

The eyes are quiet
but inside them, entire rooms unfold
A red chair in the corner
a window opening to an ocean that does not exist
Someone is waiting there, though they never arrive

Fingers rest against fabric
as if touching something far away
maybe another life
maybe just the echo of their own heartbeat

Humanity feels like this
a collection of misplaced moments
soft and imperfect
yet glowing with the strange certainty
that we are real