Monday, November 19, 2007

Trying

Spirals.
Flowers. Some with sepals.
Blissful stars, fiendish crescent moons. Spiked suns. And all that galactic nonsense.
Meticulously doodled on white paper.
One whole page devoted exclusively to these little masterpieces.

The upturned lines on the smileys started drooping.
The images became frenzied, riotous.
The dark blue ink, mutinous.

She wished they had been words

1 comment:

Calvin said...

r u reading my mind or what ?!?!
this is exactly how i'm feeling just now ... "She wished they had been words." ... omg !! thanks for putting it in words :)