I neglected a friend and have to publicly acknowledge my wrongs. Here is my open letter.
Dear Messy Desk,
You are beautiful just as you are. When you are clean, I cannot find what I need, where I need it, and when I need it. You simply work for me! Your appearance speaks of activity, productivity, and hopefully brilliant creativity. In our relationship, only I can appreciate you fully. Underneath the papers, there is a lost pencil. Behind the stapler, my glasses are found. No one can see what I see, Messy Desk.
So, I apologize for those that walk by you and scowl, frown, and object. They have no idea of who you are. They see disorganization while I see genius. They speak of wasted time, while I see dreams coming to reality. You know what its like to be misunderstood. In that, we are kindreds. I should have defended you more vigorously.
Finally, I want to thank you. What a friend you have been to me all these years. Forgive me for the times I tried to tidy you up and change you. And, accept my apology for thinking you should be any other way. Why would anyone who really knows you want to change you? You are perfect, my Messy Desk. Now, one last thing. Where did I put my pencil?