Human

I am not a religion. I am human. I am everything. I am nothing.
I am not a nation. I am human. I am the world. I am the stars.
I am not a language. I am human. I am laughter. I am tears.
I am not a color. I am human. I am reflected sunlight. I am shadows hue.
I am not a sex. I am human. I am partnership. I am attraction.
I am not an age. I am human. I am born with spring sunrise. I decay beneath the snow crusted soil.
 
I am conceptual. A moment in time captured as a fragment of consciousness, a product of sequences of events and chance, coalesced into the blink of an eye.
 
I am philosophy. A mind filled too full of questions about rules and traditions that superficially define our purpose in the universe and steal our natural destiny in the ecosystem of existence.
 
I am primal need. Appetites suppressed beneath disciplined flesh, passionately craving to satisfy lusts, scratching at the bars of the social contract with a fading hope to ever feel truly free again, while simultaneously terrified of the very thought of losing all sense of humanity.