Human

What a fascinating thing, humans.

There are 8 billion of them, and yet they're all so different. They see someone on the bus, that they will never see again and worry about what they will think.

How many people do you think live with the same insecurity? So when they see people dancing on the skytrain it is commonplace to find them strange, with a collective conscience.

Have you ever seen the slight smile of someone after they’ve said something they’ve found hilarious, as they await their friend's reactions? As they wait for them to tack on bits of story lore?

Have you ever seen the crinkles in the forehead of someone so dedicated to their passion that it becomes an involuntary reflex?

Oh, to be human. To kiss someone and watch as they flush.

To gift your loved one you have fallen out with something special that makes their entire body light up.

To drink with family, and share secrets you haven’t since you were a child.

Oh how I long to be human again.