Writer's Block: You, the Object
Jul. 12th, 2008 10:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ruyu[Error: unknown template qotd]WTF! When I first read this Writer's Block topic, the first thought (or inanimate object) that came to me was Kon! HA! Seriously, is Bleach all I think about.
Now, to answer the prompt....
I am a floor....and not just any old floor. The room that surrounds me is covered with posters, shelves filled with cans of paint and scaps of magazine clippings that dangle by the tack that was ruthlessly shoved through it. I would call it makeup because I feel beautiful when he drops, slings or accidently spill his paint on me. I am not a high traffic area, only he treads across my face, or my body, or whatever it is that is me. He picks up after himself but does not remove the paint he spills and for that I am thankful because I would feel naked without it. Other rooms exist in this building, as do other floors. I am a special floor. I am not to just be trampled upon, or be unseen. I am a piece of art just as those paintings he makes are. Only, when he finishes the piece, it will most likely leave this room and never be seen again...by me at least. I am his private artwork and I will never leave.
Ok. I gave it my best shot.
Now....off to watch Bleach on Adult Swim
Now, to answer the prompt....
I am a floor....and not just any old floor. The room that surrounds me is covered with posters, shelves filled with cans of paint and scaps of magazine clippings that dangle by the tack that was ruthlessly shoved through it. I would call it makeup because I feel beautiful when he drops, slings or accidently spill his paint on me. I am not a high traffic area, only he treads across my face, or my body, or whatever it is that is me. He picks up after himself but does not remove the paint he spills and for that I am thankful because I would feel naked without it. Other rooms exist in this building, as do other floors. I am a special floor. I am not to just be trampled upon, or be unseen. I am a piece of art just as those paintings he makes are. Only, when he finishes the piece, it will most likely leave this room and never be seen again...by me at least. I am his private artwork and I will never leave.
Ok. I gave it my best shot.
Now....off to watch Bleach on Adult Swim
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