human beings...

we are human beings made
up of atoms, and molecules, and
star stuff,
and we store memories in the 
forms of scars, bruises, and laugh lines - the ones
on your skin and the ones on your heart.
we live in houses made up of 
four walls that can either
protect you or suffocate you,
inspire you or kill you.
we read books made up of dead trees
with every page telling
a story, 
a moment,
a feeling.
we sleep in beds made up of
sleepless nights and hopeful dreams, and
we fall in love there, or out of love, or we
make love.
we write, we dance, we hope, we inspire.
we are nothing and we are everything.