My Three Words

I love when the sun peaks it's eyes over the tip of the mountain in the morning. Staying as silent as possible so as not to awaken others. 

The urgency it feels to kiss and warm your skin, tired with being the only one roused. Slowly chasing the darkened shadows leaving rays in their wake. 

That's probably the best feeling in the world.

I love not remembering the book being read. So captured by it, that the words read over are soon blended and forgotten.

All that is seen is the descriptions and conversations being played out inside your head without even thinking. Before long, 100 pages have been turned without realization. 

That’s probably the best feeling in the world.

I love the ability to stop and freeze time for one moment through the capturing of it in a device. I've heard it can speak 1,000 words, but to me, it's a time portal to that instant all over again. 

A special memento to treasure in a box atop the dusty shelves. A secret coding, one that only those who attended are able to crack. 

That's probably the best feeling in the world.

I love the sound of fresh growing leaves and the smell of individual droplets flooding the earth when the clouds cry. When the faceless creatures crawl out of the soil to dance along with the bolts of light and crashing of boom's.

Mist pooling all around, washing away the broken promises, repetitive lies, hidden secrets and left over remnants of loved ones passed.

That's probably the best feeling in the world.

I love the thought of him in my mind when I hear a song, see an object, smell an aroma; as I breath, blink and move. Reminiscing in the touch of skin on skin, the tickling of whispered words on my ear, soft, sweet serenades accompanied by crackling wood sparks.

Surrounded by chaos yet the silent breeze he brings creates a whirlwind of emotion coursing through my veins. Because of you, I feel alive.

That's probably the best feeling in the world.

To Human

I'm human according to the textbooks and the men in lab coats alike.

I'm human according to the others sitting in desks identical to mine.

I'm human according to the lyrics and screenplays, to the ones inside the magic box.

I'm human according to the seed planted in our thoughts since my first breath.

7 billion. Even more from the past have crawled, walked, ran and lived in the very place our generation does.
Right now, we pave a path for our kin.
Never has it been harder to take the road less traveled, yet each day, select few find an area not quite uncovered.

              UNIQUE.                         DIFFERENT.                         INNOVATIVE.                       

hu·man
            adjective \ˈhyü-mən, ˈyü-\
          : of, relating to, or affecting people
           : typical of people


To the one's covered in hair walking on all fours, I'm the one bearing gifts of food.

To the eight legged crawlers with, I'm the hand behind the white cloth and screeching stick.

To the quaking giants, I'm the shadow dweller, holding pieces of their fallen brothers.

Despite all the opinions, I'm just a 

loud breathing,

troubled,

problem solving,

self-aware,

liar,

striving to become a better composition of experiences.

                                                                                                                   I'm just me.

Each individual is fighting to be on top.

To get to the sunlight by whatever means,

many a time using others.

Why despite having a common definition is a human race superior to a rat, shark or eagle?

Such sass.

So hip.

Too weird.

Real fun.

The human mind and the human body, I find fascinating.

Each its own machine, powered and fueled differently.

but,

With a machine, each individual piece serves its own purpose,

yet,

Working together in unison.

Why don't we?

Because after all, each of us is only 

                                                                                                                                      Human.

1, 2, 3.

I'm supposed to write a paragraph or two about myself in order for you to get a better understanding of who I am because that is what's written on the paper.

From number one on down we adhere to, blindly.

Well I'm sorry to inform you that this is not what you have originally expected - though I'm not sorry one bit, that's just what I'm supposed to say.

Here is the pretty side of me, the side I show them.
          aka. the dating side

JK.

Isn't that what each of us is trying to do here? Make and portray the best image of ourselves?

But there is always going to be someone better than you.
Even if you're the best.
So let's stop the competition now,
Or we will both be losers.

At least I had the decency to make my jumbled thoughts appear nice and neat.

It really wasn't my decency, you see,
          I have to make my lines straight.
          I have to align my papers, binders and notebooks along with pencils and pens.
          I have to ensure correct spelling and grammar.
          I have to make my bed without wrinkles.
          I have to dot my i's
          I have to balance both sides of my body

I'm what they would call a 'perfectionist'.

                                                                                                                                                Silly.
I'm very far from perfect.
I like to tell myself that I'm getting closer.
I think more than I do.
I can't quite decide if I'm indecisive.
I'm unable to fill out questionnaires.
I lie to myself more than I do others.
I receive what I want when I don't.
I am both fashionable and late, although I try harder at one than the other.
I'm an extrovert when intimate.
I'm an introvert when public.
I don't have one defining story to sum up my life.


I must admit a secret, I have been 'beating around the bush'.



I don't have an introduction.