Lady Crimson
credo quia absurdum
so many questions....who is god, why is god, where is god?...let's look closer.....who is human, why human, where is human? (the questions don't necessarily have to make any sense)....the questions who and why and even where are very important
I am human
I am dust,
Only sand across the earth, scattered by who knows which angels wings;
Only dirt under your feet, with both roots and branches buried into me.
I am fragrance,
Mere essence of a holy sense grinded out of air and leaves;
Only a morsel of what divinity ought to be and should never be.
I am light,
Out of darkness did I come, born of its cloak I also brought obscurity;
Only a speck, an illuminating molecule beaming upwards from the dark.
I am a story,
Only broken lines and verses do I spit out of my pages,
Only myths and science fiction are reality to me.
I am nothing,
If not filth and purity combined.
I am evil, I am good
I am war and I am peace, truth and lies, love and hate,
I am contrast beyond all contrast
I am human, imperfection at its best.
that's what being human means to me....what does it mean to you?
I am human
I am dust,
Only sand across the earth, scattered by who knows which angels wings;
Only dirt under your feet, with both roots and branches buried into me.
I am fragrance,
Mere essence of a holy sense grinded out of air and leaves;
Only a morsel of what divinity ought to be and should never be.
I am light,
Out of darkness did I come, born of its cloak I also brought obscurity;
Only a speck, an illuminating molecule beaming upwards from the dark.
I am a story,
Only broken lines and verses do I spit out of my pages,
Only myths and science fiction are reality to me.
I am nothing,
If not filth and purity combined.
I am evil, I am good
I am war and I am peace, truth and lies, love and hate,
I am contrast beyond all contrast
I am human, imperfection at its best.
that's what being human means to me....what does it mean to you?