July Week 2
Thanks to everyone who voted for my entry last week. Here's Week Two: "It hurts when I do this."
We Wove the Dream
Summary. The poor narrator suffers from overly dramatic writer's block. First person POV. Nonfiction.
We Wove the Dream
It hurts when I do this, when I sit here and stare at the glowing screen, when my fingers fall upon the keyboard in that familiar motion, twitching to type out the feelings in my head.
Because this time there are no words, no thoughts, no beauty, no symmetry. Or bursts of poetic genius.
No nothing.
My cold hands hover uncertainly over the keys, and I do not dare type a single letter.
I know what I want to say. I want to say something shocking. Something that will shake them up, break them up, and shatter the stalemate. My mind is spinning dreams, brightly colored dreams in which there is bravery, in which there is love, in which there is beauty. They are fluorescent and faceted, swelling and twisting and writhing inside of me.
It’s a painful sort of ecstasy.
It hurts when I think about this, how I want to explain the elegance of my thoughts, how I want to give painted words to their intricate nature…how I cannot. If only I could yank them out, cradle them in the palm of my hands, and breathe life into them…
But no.
So I wait in pseudo-patience, lightly tap-tap-tapping those keys and staring, just staring, at that blank screen. Until that genius moment. Until I find something that has beauty, something that has meaning.
Then my fingers will dance and dance and dance, until the page runs over with glowing black letters.
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