Awkward…
a poem about friendship.
I’m awkward, sorry, I’m awkward. All elbows and knees and oversized feet, crashing into immovable objects for lack of depth perception. I just want to make friends, connect - talk until my lips fall off about anything and everything, and nothing all at once. I wear my heart on my sleeve, hyperfixate and overshare. But the world is so big, there are so many strangers - who could be friends, who might want to be friends, who might also be looking too. I push over furniture, stand on tables, and yell into the void: Is anyone out there? If you’re lost, or lonely, or confused, or overwhelmed, or maybe just awkward too - Here take my hand. At this table there are no strangers, only friends we haven’t met yet - lots of them.
