Below is the image for this week’s Picture it & Write challenge, a weekly creative writing event hosted by Ermilia. All are invited to contribute by either continuing the story started by one of the co-others, or starting their own, based on inspiration from the image.
This is my first time participating, and I’m excited to do so! The event is a fun and interactive way to both practice and share creativity, as well as network with others. I do something similar by posting my own photography, along with a description or story evoked by the photo, but am delighted to take part in the event and share among other contributors.
I drew him. I would see him so often in my dreams, both asleep and awake, that it must have just happened, subconsciously. When I looked down at the paper, there he was. The figure who frequently occupied space in my head. Whose face was so familiar, I could sketch him without even realizing it. The photo in my mind had snuck its way onto the page before me. My own doing. Though it seemed more like the work of the divine.
Some days I didn’t want to know him. Others he was as essential as breathing. A constant battle between want and need. Right and wrong. Fantasy verses reality. Somewhere along the line the two sides had evolved into the same.
As I tried to erase him from my page, he wouldn’t budge. He sprung to life, clinging to even that small part of me; fighting his way to stay. As I tried to erase his legs, he grabbed my hand to stop me. When I went for his arms, he kicked. He wouldn’t disappear. Neither of us would allow it. For we too had combined. Connected. It wasn’t something that could so easily be deleted…
So there he stayed. Staring up at me from the paper. Only inches away, yet a part of his own, distant world. Continuously longing to leap up into my own.
But it wasn’t enough. It never was. And we both knew it never would be.
Click for the original Picture it & Write challenge, hosted by Ermilia’s blog.