Sitting against the headboard on her bed, she stared at the blank paper leaning against her bent legs, and still she stared. She lifted her pencil to write a sentence, but when she was about to write it down, she paused. It wasn’t good enough. It wasn’t good at all.
She sighed and lifted her head and stared at the ceiling, as if she could find whatever inspiration she wanted written on it.
After not finding anything embedded in the ceiling she eyed the piece of paper and started drawing a perfect square in its corner.
As she finished coloring the insides of the square, a flicker of light shines in the corner of her mind. Finally she has found something she could work on! She starts concentrating on that light, willing it to grow stronger. A smile appears on her face as she holds the pencil firmly and starts creating a person as well a family.
She keeps on writing, keeps on creating memories and everything else. She has created the perfect life. The perfect world, where it only exists in the readers mind, where he can only see it behind his eyes.
She stops writing and lifts her hand to re-read her newest creation. And she decides she likes it. She closes her notebook and goes to the kitchen to have a snack. She always gets hungry after writing.
After writing what you just read. I stood and wondered if I was just a character in someone else’s story; if I’m just a bunch of words that’s formed this person that’s writing this post. I had just created a person with ambitions and dreams, who lives in a world that I had also created with these words and I can’t help but wonder if I’m the same thing. Have you ever wondered about that?
As I sit here and ponder some more I start to hear my mother telling me to stop living in my own world and start living in the real world.
As I walk to the door and look back. I can’t see the words that are on the computer screen, but I can easily see the perfect world that's in it, and I can’t help but wish to live in that world.
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4 comments:
hmmm well written , you know what ? you should try to write short stories...
BTW there is nothing called a perfect world ....watch out for the ups and downs
It is hard for some people to understand the personal world. The way I see it is that the world in my view is totally different from what it is in other people's views. What we see is not always the same.
happy wolf:
thanks :)
and i know that it doesn't exist, but one can dream :)
N.:
absolutely. everybody has a different perspective :)
very very well written ;P
have you seen Stranger than Fiction? I recommend!!
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