"Seven billion people on this planet. And we hide from each other as if we don’t all have family..."

Seven billion people on this planet.

And we hide from each other as if we don’t all have family problems, money worries, and work troubles.

We stand side by side in the line smiling at each other with lips hiding crooked teeth and sad days. We wave from behind our white picket fences that all have cracked posts and chipped paint.

Seven billion people on this planet, and we still think we’re the only one with cracks in our shells and scars on our skin. I don’t know, but maybe we’ve got it wrong?