discussion with paper

a little inquisitive, from a long time ago, thought it was interesting, hope you like it.

I can’t live like this. It’s a statement that finds many families broken months after it is said. Why do I even include an intro? There’s no deep analogy that I want to get across to you, I simply want to tell you my story because you have no choice but to hear it. You’re the blank paper that reluctantly is marked by my pen forever. This story will always live on your white face. I can write the sadness of my life and it will become the reason why you exist. Don’t you love the irony of that? The color of purity, white, and clean, so are you. You are just a blank sheet of paper, the ability to be anything and no agency to choose. It’s me that chooses. I am the one with the ink ready to seal your fate with my words. Why do I do this? Why do I not leave you alone? You do not have the luxury of being looked over; you are the only one that will listen. What hurts is that you don’t even want to know my story, you may be screaming on the inside but you have to hear it, you have to know every word, and become every word. Since you have no objection, none that I can see, here is my story:

My life, the way it is right now.

It should be the greatest time in my life being here at college, it’s the world at my fingertips. I can be anyone and do anything. I have the freedom of no parents and the separation from those things known by me so that I have the opportunity to escape the known world and create a world of unknown. But is it what I really wanted? Did I really want to leave? My whole life I’ve been trying to get away from my house; the house that was my prison, not able to leave, not able to live. I’ve counted down the days since I was old enough to remember, counting and praying, pleading with God to speed up the calendar and make it come every so quickly. And he listened to my pleas. He granted me my wish and I’ve found out that it’s not what I wanted; it was the one thing that I never wanted to have to deal with. I’ve found death in the world, the death of the heart, the poison that creeps in and destroys one’s soul. I found my soul mate, and have had to leave him to come here. FOR WHAT? An education? A hollow piece of paper that tells the world that my mind is worth using in society? I lost everything that I’ve ever had and ever wanted to come here, to this empty land. This cold place. I’m here in the middle of mountains far from my home, with nothing here that I love. I’ve tricked myself into thinking that yes, this is what I really wanted, don’t you remember how much we both wanted this all of our lives? I reply yes, we wanted this, but it’s not what we thought it was.

Author's Note

I'll write something happier next time don't worry.

Reviews

[Alice]

With a beginning like that you just have to keep reading. The concept behind this piece of writing is exeptional, and your use of imagery and language is wonderful. I like the distinct division between the two sections. I wouldn't worry about writing something happier. It's better to write something sad and meaningful than something happy that nobody can relate to. I think many people would be able to sympathise with your narrator, and that also makes it an excellent piece of writing.

Perhaps my only criticism is the format that you've chose. If you mean for this to be a stand-alone piece of writing maybe you should lengthen it a bit. To me this would work better as the start to a novel, or half of a short story, perhaps because I would like to see your wonderful concept developed further. Other than that, this is wonderful.