a flashy rhetoric!

There are so many people in this world.

6,775,235,700, to be “exact,” if such a thing as “exactness” exists when talking about the world’s population.

Six billion, seven hundred seventy-five million, two hundred thirty-five thousand, seven hundred people.

Each and every single one of them

a complex whirlwind

of bubbling hopes, emotions, and dreams;

6,775,235,700 intertwining histories currently being written.

A billion broken hearts mourning the death of their dreams,

A billion contented voices humming a peaceful melody,

A billion women longing for a man,

A billion men longing desperately for a woman,

A billion trigger fingers dispassionately sending forward a wall of hot bullets,

A billion devoting themselves to the betterment of all the billions of others;

We are humans.

We are scattered along the fractured face of our beloved blue marble,

sailing through the jet black cosmos atop an azure speck.

We sit

here, on earth,

all 6,775,235,700 of us.