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Poetry

Being human is awkward

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Sometimes I feel like an animal trapped inside a human body.

Sometimes I feel the rage of a killer for no reason. 

Sometimes I lay awake in the middle of the night overthinking something stupid I said five years ago. 

Sometimes I want to set my brain on fire because enlightenment takes too long. 

Sometimes I’m too embarrassed to say “I love you.”

Sometimes the sound of a saxophone makes me cry.

Sometimes I want to bury my face between the legs of random women on the street. 

Sometimes I want a cigarette even though I quit smoking 10 years ago. 

Sometimes I want to give away everything that I own and live in the forest until I learn to communicate with trees. 

Sometimes I want to watch the city burn.

Sometimes I feel like an outsider, even with my closest friends. 

Sometimes I think that everyone in the world is looking at a small piece of the truth but nobody can see the whole thing.

Sometimes I wonder why I’m writing this poem and not somebody else. 

Sometimes I think that everything is exactly where it’s supposed to be according to some cosmic law that I don’t understand.

Sometimes I wish I could rescue the heart of the world from its own abusive mind.

Sometimes I don’t know what I think or how I feel, so I sit down and patiently wait for the wind to change directions.

James McCrae