harold and the purple crayon.

i've always loved the books harold and the purple crayon.

the way harold. who just couldn't ever get to sleep. could just up and draw anywhere or anyplace he'd want to be or go. or anything he'd want to have. or anyone he'd want to see.

wouldn't that be cool? to just be able to create the exact world you wanted?

i'd love to just get out a crayon. green of course. the giving tree. to be exact. because i love green crayons the most. (although i do love the colors macaroni and cheese and purple mountains majesty. but that's mainly because of the names...)and just draw my world.

make everything just the way you'd want it to be. and if something wasn't right or didn't turn out the way you wanted it to, you'd just draw it a different way or in a different path. or if you wanted a cookie or new shoes. or a hug. you'd just draw it. just like harold did.

and harold's paths always ended up. just where he wanted to be. at home. in bed. colored in the color he loved best.



somedays i feel like harold. feel. like. i'm coloring my own. world. and i like it. just. fine.