The Brave Little Air Freshener
I'm sad.
'Cause the little automatic air freshener my mom has on the mantle keeps trying to fart lilacs at me.
Only, it's empty or broke or something now.
So it makes this pathetic little sound of frustration.
Like, "I'M TRYING, DAMMIT. I'M TRYING!"
Only it fails every time.
And the worst part is, it's on a timer.
So it keeps happening.
And it makes me sad every time I hear it.
Because I can understand that frustration, of having a purpose and being unable to fulfill it for some reason beyond your control.
I wanna hug it.
But my mom would have me committed for realz if I hugged the air freshener with tears streaming down my face.
So instead I cry inside, for me and the little air freshener.
. . .
Also, I might be in need of sleep and/or chocolate.
*wanders off to investigate the possibility of 'Death by Chocolate' ice cream*
'Cause the little automatic air freshener my mom has on the mantle keeps trying to fart lilacs at me.
Only, it's empty or broke or something now.
So it makes this pathetic little sound of frustration.
Like, "I'M TRYING, DAMMIT. I'M TRYING!"
Only it fails every time.
And the worst part is, it's on a timer.
So it keeps happening.
And it makes me sad every time I hear it.
Because I can understand that frustration, of having a purpose and being unable to fulfill it for some reason beyond your control.
I wanna hug it.
But my mom would have me committed for realz if I hugged the air freshener with tears streaming down my face.
So instead I cry inside, for me and the little air freshener.
. . .
Also, I might be in need of sleep and/or chocolate.
*wanders off to investigate the possibility of 'Death by Chocolate' ice cream*