Aren’t we all hollow shells

Mindlessly walking around –

One foot in front of the other –

Without even noticing?

Aren’t we all numb hearts

Broken far too many times

Still giving in to trust

Never ending the cycle?

Aren’t we all suffering from insomnia

Worry clawing at us in the darkest hours

Tired eyes, never tired minds

Overthinking everything?

Aren’t we all human?

Poem and photo by Joana Beaty