One person's trash is another person's treasure... and that's ok.
I've written novels and stories because I need to and want to. But lately, I feel like I'm defending my humanity as much as my craft.
"Do you not know
who you are,
or is it that you don't know
what
you are?"
he asked.
"I am human," I replied.
His eyes bore into me.
Then he sat forward.
"Eukaryota
Animalia
Chordata
Mammalia
Primates
Heplorhini
Simiiformes
Hominidae
Homininae
Hominini
Honinina
Homo
Sapiens
Human is a classification.
What are you?"
"I do not know."
He smiled.
"Then you should find out."
(Better late than never. It's still technically Day 6 in the US!)
Writer. Pastor. Poet.
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