Two thousand words

An Essay By Bridget // 4/15/2010

Everything feels fake today.  The sky couldn't be much bluer, but it looks like it was colored by a million of those sky-blue Crayola pencils.  There's no underlying sheen of sunshine in it.  Everything looks like it was drawn in carefully, and flawlessly colored within the lines, and then immaculately polished.  The sun blinds me almost completely, but it looks dull.
Chocolate still tastes like chocolate, but it's become too flat, too sweet.  Everything has lost the best part of its flavor.  Nothing sounds good.
Maybe I've become bored with this corner of the world.  Maybe I need to go somewhere else; Japan, Hawaii, Africa, Brazil.  Maybe Ireland.  Somewhere different.  Somewhere I've never been before.  Somewhere where the skies aren't a cartoon blue, where the trees haven't already lost their blooms.
Maybe even just Oklahoma.  Tornadoes and thunderstorms would be a nice change of pace.
I don't know what to do.  Maybe I just need a new idea.  I've been itching to do something big, but I haven't thought of it yet.  I start incredible stories that fizzle out within a week.  None of my old idea-creating things work well anymore.  Twenty pushups, thirty pushups - they're good for exercising and good for my arms but they don't give me any ideas.  Music used to help a lot, but it's not really working right now.  Sometimes real-life inspires me.  But it's hard to make real-life into something I can do.
I kind of want to draw.  You know, I think I'll do that.  Some quiet, thoughtful picture that only the most observant can see any sense in.  Something with a Crayola sky-blue sky, and summer-green leaves, but no flowers, because I can't draw flowers worth anything.  Something with something hiding inside it.
Maybe someday, ages and ages from now, someone will find the picture, and wonder who drew it.  They'll know exactly how I felt when I drew it, because it would be that kind of person who was searching around in someone elses old things in the first place.  They'll see the anticipation of something about to happen, the excitement, the movement that I drew into it.  They'll see how much I wanted something to happen, how my feet were practically dancing because I had so much energy and nothing to do with it.
They say that a picture is worth a thousand words.  I'll draw one worth two thousand.
That's what I'll do.


Love this.

Love this.

Keri | Mon, 04/19/2010



Bridget | Thu, 04/22/2010

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya

^ same as Keri T. I  can

^ same as Keri T. I  can completely relate, too.

Erin | Sat, 05/01/2010

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond


I'm have no idea how much I am relating to this at this point in my life.

Ariel | Sat, 05/01/2010

"To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be that have tried it." -- Herman Melville

Very clear and concise. It

Very clear and concise. It started and ended strong and stayed right on point (something I struggle with)! Thanks for sharing.

paperpoet | Sun, 05/02/2010


Erin:  Glad you could relate.

Ariel:  That's a very nice compliment, coming from someone who's speechless. ;-)

Paperpoet:  I actually don't write many "clear and concise" things, and I like the change of pace.

Thanks guys!

Bridget | Mon, 05/10/2010

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya

This is so good Bridget! I'm

This is so good Bridget! I'm inspired by your writing, once again.... :) But yeah, I can totally relate- sometime you just want to go out and do something that will be in your great, great, great grandchild's history book. Do something crazy, or something amazing, just do SOMETHING.

Maybe I'll go paint a picture.

Sar | Tue, 05/11/2010


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