Human Blizzard

Falling snowflake. Unique. Each one different from the other. No ten match. No four the same. No two identical. Masses of them falling to the ground. Falling art, masterpieces. Beauty that can never be duplicated. Fall and melt. Never to be admired. Never discovered. Never put on display in a museum. Falling, falling, melting.

Millions born daily. Human masterpieces. No skin shared. There are no copies of the pupil or the iris. Strands of hair that never were and never will be again. You are the only you that can ever think your thoughts. You are the only you that can live your life. No one else can fulfill your purpose. Falling. Falling. Melting.