Are we human or are we denser?


The overcompensating guy; the overly cautious girl; the almost naive one. All share similarities; favourite colour, musical taste, dental procedures, and indeed differences; heritage, age, opinion, but despite any of this, the one things that binds them, you, everyone; the struggle to find a place in life. Their own corner of their world, to which they have free reign. Their kingdom, for which their rule is final.

My sign is vital, my hands are cold


ROFL Reflections; Escalator rides with the barely known, superman saturdays.

And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we denser?