I felt your darkness. Right then, when you were playing the piano. I felt that darkness in you, something I had not noticed before, something I had not imagined that could exist in you. It was so deep, so inner, so real; your darkness. So human. I felt there and then that you were as human as me. Human. Conflictive, indecisive, troubled poor beings, us humans. Deviously happy, we humans. Brightly dark, obscurely luminous. Day and night, sun and moon, light and dark, monsters, angels, humans; mere obsolete, helpless humans. Helplessly vibrant, beating, pulsing humans. Helplessly in love with our misery, our fears, our vulnerability, our ease to crumble and break. Our hunger of self destruction, just to remember that we are alive. That irresistible yearning, the need to crumble to realise we're still breathing, still pulsing, still alive. So chaotic, so despotic, so alive. The darkness that allows us to appreciate the light, the destruction that makes us notice life, the dazzling certainty that we are what we are.

Human.

Let's be human.