One Impossible Day
*insiders 10/9*
When the sun rose in the afternoon, it is full of light. My window catches this beautiful thing that creates a smile on my face. This also creates a yellow streak across my paper. A few words glimmer among the other ordinary letters. I placed my pen down and look at the view that was in front of me. A tiny story that I had just written. At first, I couldn´t think of anything good about my own words on the page. The doubt was consuming my thoughts inside and out. I peek at the published novel that was hanging open. The pages were curled up into an evil smirk. I placed my head on my knees and sigh. It was like if confidence was a person, they had just walked out. Now, I look into the ceiling in my room where it was utterly and completely white. I felt like this inside. So blank. A girl without inspiration, someone whose stories is not worth reading. Without help it, I took the piece of paper that had my writing on that I just spent the last hour on. I read it. Fear was dancing in every single one of my body, wanting to land in every possible spot. The sun outside was fading into a deep black light. Woah, I thought. Did I really just write this? Is this the imaginary world that I want to escape into? I tend to do this thing that surprises my whole body, but mostly where my heart was located. I had actually liked what was in front of my eyes. I read it over again just to make sure. The same feeling stayed. No way, I thought, no way. Even though the sun had set, I felt like there was a sun inside of me calling out like it was the day. I wanted to scream, yell, and just pushed this single sheet of paper into someone´s face. I did it. I wrote something that made me happy. That paper soon crumbled up in less than a minute afterward. I wanted to do better than just make myself happy. I wanted to feel proud. So that´s what I did. I pick up the pencil laying on the bare table and started to write. Transform my inner screams to readable words. Shove all those who say I won´t make it against their face and laugh at them for a change. I wrote that believing one day, some dreams are just a pause button for reality.
