My room's stopped clock

 'Human-ness' and 'Natural-ness' of every soul on this planet continues to baffle me.

Is being human, natural?

Or once you acquire the state of staying natural, you don't remain human anymore?

Being human is a two-second smile,

an awkward hug,

a sandcastle waiting for the waves.

It is the word 'always' that means 'whenever you feel like it'

Being human is to hold your own pen in your hand,

while letting other sapiens write your story 

and hating every paragraph of it.

It is to first appreciate every life, 

every object, 

every feeling,

and then to put them into toys and play war.

Being human is to think.

To think that you're the one with a good heart and no one else.

To think 'life's fair' and to shed tears every time it's not.

To think of how I AM and WILL BE and STILL AM.

To think every human has a heart and how it's every beat has been overrated.

Being human is to do mistakes and seek validation instead of rectification.

It is to make memories that were always meant to be forgotten.

It is to listen to songs that you can't relate to and then to laugh at human stupidity.

It is to be kind, generous, caring, and nice 

just because these words have been written under 'good traits' in our books. 

I've realized that if I say "I am human",

I'm actually saying "I don't belong to this planet anymore."

I say this because when my room's clock stopped,

the trees outside my window were swaying anyway.