United in grief

People like you and me, same but ever so different are we. But the same fate we all share: to die and to be alone. But even when our wings are broken, it’s people like us that still rise and choose to speak, still reach for the skies when there’s nothing but black misery in sight. And it’s people like me and you that stay close to each other just to feel something other than miserymisery.... maybe something else, like love.