brokenpurplecrayon

have you ever found, when you go to write something, that the opening part is right there, fresh and promising in your mind’s eye… but when you set it down in actual concrete, definitive words, that it evaporates?

i could reach out and grasp it, yet when i try to encapsulate it into these paltry collections of letters, connotations, denotations, syllables, vowels & consonants …. it stops existing quite as it did before i tried to capture it. when i do successfully capture it – it is still never what it originally meant to be. somehow it changes, morphs, adapts itself to the limitations of language. and falls short.

i guess the butterfly never is quite as beautiful pinned down on cardboard as it is flying in the sky. and yet, i still hold on to this box full of pins.

.:{brokenpurplecrayon}:.