I am a brushstroke.

I’ve been writing a script lately.

I’m a pervert. My mind naturally gravitates toward the debaucherous, and I’m referring to my sense of humor. I’ve also been driving like a jerk. I cuss a lot in my head. I am stained. I am not a good role model for Life. I could be.

I forget the good parts of me. I got my Honda back today. I am tired. I wish things were perfect.

Please help me God. I don’t want to look past my sins. Please help me.

Thank you for my existence. I could not be even having these thoughts right now.

You allowed me. Please help me crawl toward You. Please change me. Put a smile upon my face. I am too often sullen.

Make me quiet.