Junk drawer human

i fall into the junk drawer of human existence, in a
way that no one knows what to do with me, or more
accurately, i don’t know what to do with myself

like some oddball key that you haven’t used in seven
years but are sure it still opens something important, or
a six-foot long white cable that powers a device that was
left on the beach three summers ago.

“what the hell is this thing?”
“i don’t know but don’t throw it out.”

that’s me. the don’t-throw-it-out thing that’s in the
drawer filled with other human beings that don’t quite fit
in the silverware organizer or mug cabinet. and maybe
it’s a good way to live and maybe it’s also a drag some
days not knowing what you’re meant for

maybe you’re a writer or an artist or a this or that kind of
person, and you feel more lost that found.

that’s cool. at least we are in the same drawer. and maybe
that’s the purpose of not having a fixed purpose, to team
up with other misfits and weirdos, to do amazing things
that have never been done.

There is that person who has
always been there for you in
good and bad times. Who has
pulled out every burden from
you. Who always know the pain
behind your smile and the reason
behind your tears even when
you are not in a position to
say a word. They can read your
eyes, can know your mood with
just a message of yours.
Bestie I envy you. Thank you
so much for always encouraging
me and helping been through all
the bad situations in life. You
are not less than an angel, A
purest soul, A kind hearted girl
but for only those whom you love otherwise you very mean to those who try to hurt your
beloveds. Thank you for your existence

Life is too short and there is
no time to let important words
be unspoken. I know sometimes
I may be a lot to handle or
annoying but I came into your
life because I want to impact
it in the best way possible.
Do not let anyone get you down
because you are amazing. You
have made me a better person

and I thank you for that.