Are you human?

Some times,

Some things, 

don’t have meaning,

and that’s okay,

for ‘the whence’ and ‘the hence’ are sometimes mere thieves looking for hearts within us all. 

And I’m sure, they don’t find many, 

as we have evolved habits that keep our hearts safe from thieves.

We have made lockers of our own veins, they camouflage.

But I’ve seen cages loose their disguise,

as why, when you step out of your home and walk among strangers to get to a place that you hate, you feel all the strangers around you are doing the same.

Why, you can’t help a limping old lady because you’re getting late for office, but then you smile at the stranger who stops and helps her.

Why, the old lady will never know of you but she’d smile at you anyway.

Why, you’d smile too while screaming inside your head “take care of yourself”

Why, smiles are essentially hearts talking in codes.

Why, some situations demand a thousand words to describe when they could be detailed in just three or less.

Why, you can remember the exactness of the curves of someone’s smile but not the colour of their t-shirt.

Why, homes made of flesh and bones never suffocate,

‘cause some humans were only meant to be felt.

Boy, I’ve seen cages break their veins,

so every time you’d keep yourself from saying ‘I love you’ to the people you love, I hope they’d understand. 

Why, some people write,

while some choose to read. 

Why, a cigarette in one hand and a pen in another provides enough numbness to write down poetry about what was it like exactly at this hour last year.

Why, putting words to moments feels just as good as reading them from books.

Why, Bukowski failed well and thus wrote well.

I’ve seen the glance shared by two people reading the same book in a book store, so I’ve seen the wreck they can do to our cages.

Some times,

Some things, 

don’t have meaning,

and that’s okay.

So, keep searching for the meaningless,

that’s exactly where the humans are.