Tuesday, September 2, 2014

A Message From a Thought in My Brain

Stop Trying to Polish Me. I'm a Turd.

It's been months since you first thought of me in the shower and I caused you to crack a smile. You kept repeating me over and over as you lathered and rinsed, then rushed out of the bathroom to write me down so you wouldn’t forget. Those first few days you thought of me constantly. You told me how smart and unique I was and how I was the big breakthrough you were waiting for. We were going to be famous. But it’s time to face facts. This relationship isn’t going anywhere. No matter how much you try to polish me, I’m still a turd.