Work Text:
To feel is to be human
Yet all except humans allow it
To feel is to hurt, to smile, to cry, to laugh, to love, to hate
To feel is to live, to die, to exist
Life without feeling is not living at all, it is surviving
To feel is to cry while arguing with your mom about cleaning your room
To feel is to want to die at 3am while laying on your bed, looking at the ceiling fan spin
But to feel Is also to laugh while on the phone with your friends
To feel is to smile at your siblings sleeping on you after watching a movie together
To feel is to be human yet human hate it