THE WALL!

Everyone calls it "THE WALL" when you have writers block. You have push past "THE WALL." Its a kind of ominous sounding thing.

I don't REALLY have writers block. I just have trouble deciding WHAT to write. I can always just do the Short Story Ideas thing again. I'm pretty decent at writing poetry, I could just do that all day. I have a ton of ideas, but it's a matter of working them out and deciding if they're right for the blog, ya know?

Anyway, I've got a lot on my mind right now...


The Wall

It's dark shadow loomed over me, as if to say "I DARE you."

The Wall had stood there for years. I'd seen it a lot in my lifetime, just standing there innocuously. Somehow, seeing it now felt different. It felt like it was in MY way.

I mostly just ignored it. Sometimes I would lean up against it late at night and listen. If you were REALLY quiet you could here people talking on the other side. They always sounded happy. When I was little I liked to pretend they were having a quiet and dignified party to celebrate their accomplishments.

I sighed as I leaned against the wall. What I wouldn't give to go to those fancy dignified parties.

The wall WAS very old. It was pretty badly worn by the weather too. The rough stones that made it were now smoothly polished. And the mortar between each brick was worn heavily. It looked like a good swift kick could bring it down.

Jokingly I gave the wall a kick to see what would happen.

It didn't budge.

"It's a wall, duh!" I thought to myself. As if kicking it would just collapse it.

I stared at the daring wall for a while and it stared back.

"One day," I promised myself. "One day I'll break through this wall and see what's on the other side."