When there's nothing else to say, I want to say everything.
I want to write my life story in a little storybook, and give it away, send it off into the void like a message in a bottle. I won't know who'll read it, but I know it will be read. I hope it will be read.
I wonder what someone would think if they read my story from a message in a bottle - would they take the bottle as part of the story? If I were to choose a bottle of my own, it would be a tealish blue. A clear type of blue, something I could decorate the interior of with the most delicate of brushes. I would paint swirls on the inside, representative of waves, whether that be the waves the bottle will be in or the waves with in myself. It would be plugged with an old-fashioned cork, durable, sturdy, compact, sealed.
My thoughts would linger on the edges of the sea foam, unless I decide to cast it into a lake. Perhaps the lake would allow my bottle to travel differently, allow it to travel between the realms I've been told don't exist. If a lake be the symbol of magical life, perhaps that's exactly where I want my story to go.
My story itself - well it isn't finished yet. The people, or perhaps creatures, that finally see it may see it and assume that it means nothing. That the words are fiction, mere hieroglyphs on a foreign sheet of something.
But when there's nothing else to say, perhaps there will be no more words left to write. Maybe I'll draw my story in pictures, communicate in that manner instead of the traditional way, for images are simply so much more universal than words ever will be.
But even though I want my entire story inside of this little bottle, I also know that it simply won't fit. I will have to choose one story that might represent a tiny version of myself. I wonder how one would draw resilience? How one would draw insecurities, fears, hopes or dreams? I wonder how I could draw the amount of love I have to offer, the sheer number of people I have come to care for?
Yet, when there's nothing left to say, I want to say everything. But the truth is, I simply can't say everything. And so I say nothing.
