Humanity

In stagnant silence
we feel our body breathing.
Pores collapse, tiny black holes on our skin.
Suffocating and alive.
Swelling outward,
we fill the void around our body.
Microscopic quasars fill the empty,
a collection of singularities.
Our skin peels back,
chipped paint scabbing
into the bandage of our spirituality.
We breathe
in
We are silence
out
We are vibration
WE ARE

– Intuitive Ginger

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