The human streak is not in the way we cover ourselves to hide who we truly are.
The human streak is in our breakdowns..
In our rawness..
In the burn from our screams..
Stripped down to the peculiarity of experienced age and innocent youth.
It’s in the blood force that fuels us..
In the secrets our bones hold to a soul we can never see.
This is the human streak.
And even when we feel incomplete..
We are real.
So we can try and hide all we want,
But unless we feel..
We’ll never understand this human streak.
Jade Hayek ☿