Many forms and sizes, with and without pimples, hair or mucus inside them still they are all noses. We are all breathing the same air.
Many textures but all toppings, various styles– some trendy others traditional, coming in shades of black, blonde, brown, red and gray yet they are all hair. We are all combing and cutting the same thing.
Many children, adults and elders, with cradles and canes but we are all human beings. We have but two configurations, two kinds. We are a pair, a set: male and female. We are all having the same experiences.
We are all one image. We are all. We are apart of the All. Now if all of us could only see it.