Being human might be the hardest thing i ever got to do/be,
Yet still despite all the struggles and pains that comes with it,
Despite having only 3d senses and a limited view to reality and the plane of consciousness and existence you’re in,
Despite being very , very very small, limited, unknown, unknowing,
I love being human.
Even if i don’t wanna share it with other humans,
Even if i don’t want it to be a common thing related between us,
Even if humanity as a sense has failed us and we failed it,
I just will stick this time to the little moments of us drawing on windows and hugging sunshine , of getting up for nothing and no reason for it ever , for being selfless in the face of not being seen , of being selfish for a joy for your little inner self , for screwing again and again and again , for having fun in the most desperate situations or races,
For wanting to fix it , to be better , to be more , to be grand ,
Even if I’m speaking of few ,
Humanity , true humanity , is the few , unheard of , unseen , little underground star dusts of flesh that makes them ,
And i live to be able to see them,
Because everyone else are just walking trains,
And speaking monkeys and watching screens,
With no hearts to return to,
With no inner childs to speak with,
To reconnect with,
With no plug to have to escape the matrix,
Out of their minds and feelings,
Of no will,
أفلا تعقلون.
I love when sometime i belong to people out of all spaces and times , that sometimes do human things,
That try ,
That return back to god’s flow, over and over,
Because he created us that way,
And he wasn’t angry about us when the times got to be human times,
It was short spaces of love for a cumulative loving state of being.
I love when sometimes I’m human , like the few.
zaki monzer 