Always breathing. Always learning. Always searching. Always dreaming.
Some semblance of humanity is waiting there
Nestled, warm and snug inside its shell
Floating in the before
Unaware of its future
Unacknowledging of its past
The day will come when it will emerge
Revealing to the world its existence
Its true nature
Its heart
Its being
For everyone
I pray it’s not too late.
Tori Burris Inkley
4/1/26
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