being human

I don't really know 

what it truly means to be human.

So,

I think. 

I think as only a true thinker

can think.

And a true thinker,

has no limit on his

thoughts.

Sometimes, 

he thinks.

Other times, he may look at the sky and 

contemplate.

Or stare at the stars and 

wonder.

Or gaze at the frothy ocean waves and

ponder.

Or close his eyes and 

feel,

silencing thoughts contaminated by humans' earthly

assumptions in order,

to better understand what it truly means to be

human.

Then, he opens his eyes,

and puts pen to paper.

That.

That is why I write.