Thoughts from a little Monster in my Head Ep 3...

It had a box for a head.
A glass screen for a face.
On one side of the box,
A hole was punched for its ears.
Its facial expressions were always programmed.
It was always fixed.
It had an incomplete digital processor for a brain.
Its creator forgot to put in the final pieces.
But it was always suspected that it was deliberate.
Because, if all the pieces of its brain were there,
It would be perfect.
And it knows, there is no such thing as being perfect or thinking perfectly.
Its body was weird.
It had thin arms, a huge belly and thick legs.
It had a chest that look like a pair of breasts.
But it had a penis.
It likes to eat alot.
Its body expands unnecessarily, easily and quickly.
And when this happens, it is compared with the others and commented by the rest.
And when this happens, it is depressed.
But looks and habits aside, it only can depend on one thing.
Its heart.
A heart that truly feels, beats and think in a mechanical and peculiar body.
And it's the heart that it keeps safely in a clear glass case on its left chest.
For all to see.
But for only one in which it gives and surrenders to.
Only one in which it is devoted to.
Only one that understands the mechanisms, intricacies and value of its heart.
And that only one is indeed present.
God-like no less.
It is always happy when it is with her.
And it never did change since then, till now and till then.
It is a forbidden and socially unacceptable relationship.
But it knows that it is true and real.
More true and real than it can ever imagine itself to be.