Strip Yourself Away.
The Comfort of Being a Human.
Strip yourself away.
We're only human, so they say. But who are they, and who am I?
Humans. Skin and bones and souls to go along.
It sure feels good being human.
We sing, we dance, we dream.
There's drinks with bubbles that make us laugh. Sometimes mistakes to follow.
But mistakes make for stories, and stories feel good by a fire.
They feel better when paired with a drink with bubbles that make us laugh.
Comfort derived from a past of pain. How else would we gauge the warmth of our shower?
The love of a lover.
The softness of your sheets while your legs tingle from a day of standing too long.
Maybe I have learned a thing or two about being human.
Whatever that means.
A blue sky must cry for a reason. And whether waves rise and fall to cause commotion or beauty, the irony cannot be ignored.
That one is more, only with the other.
That a calm sea smoothed by the gentle song of soft wind is only calm because we know her when she's restless. How well you choose to know her a choice of your own.
We're only human. But we're a lot like the sea.
And we will swim in the good. We'll drown in the bad, but only for a moment. Don't worry; the breath of air to follow reminds you you're alive.
Strip yourself away.
It feels good being human. But I'm only comfortable when not comfortable at all.
The irony.
That one is only more without the other.
Maybe that's what they say to live on the edge. But who are they, and who am I?
I'm comfortable.
About the Creator
Dakota Wienges
Searching for magic and living for love. Stories unfolding from the strands of time lived. Adventure awaiting in the strands of an hourglass.
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