I am Human

I am human. I feel emotion; I experience loneliness, sadness, happiness, pain, hunger, and thirst.

I am human. I inherited a conundrum built from existential permutations of imperfect proportions.

I am human. All is fine as death breathes through life and my coursing blood reminds me I am alive.

I am human. I have friends and loved ones, I have suffered and rejoiced, as I have celebrated and mourned.

I am human. Can you not hear me at the top of my lungs shouting silent profanities at the heavens?

Yes, we hear you, for we are human too. Well then, let us get on with the thing, shall we?