Human

What is being human?

Pain?

Love?

Or is it something more?

Surely we are not here for just a short time only then to return to the roots beneath the trees.

Surely there must be something more than pacing back and forth across the same floor.

Surely our humanity is really not such a catastrophe.

Will we wake one day to be able to say the words that flicker across our face?

Or is being a human constantly consist of tightly sealed lips?

if this is what being human means then I want nothing more.

Wake me when the reaper is near to take me from here…

If it is not though then whatever you do don’t let me go

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Amandia

A fly away day dreamer happily grounded by a child on each foot and a wonderful husband who always has my back. So I write my daydreams for now until our children develop wings of their own.

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