Browning

You walk by me. Another time of forgetting that I’m here. As you open that door, I realize that maybe it is time for me to give up. I’m getting older; let’s face the facts. The truth is, eventually you will finally see me and you will see my age. You will throw me away and forget about me as you look to other sources of satisfaction. You look to the filth that you and people like you thrive on.

There are others like me. We are all here, waiting for you to notice us and let us fulfill the duty for which we were born. We long to feel like our purpose was satisfied. Rotting away is no way to end my life; I need to feel like I accomplished something. Your society has made that so difficult for you, to notice us, I mean.

What will you do when your decisions and choices catch up with you? One day, you will realize that you needed me and that I could have changed so much for you. Just imagine the energy and joy you would have! It kills me to know that I will be wasted, just like the others before me that you have also wasted.

You’re opening that door again? Another twinkie, another soda? Dammit, you fool! Eat me! Eat me before my yellow skin turns brown! Eat me before you have to throw me away! Eat me like a banana is meant to be eaten!