I walk alone. I walk alone.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
I thought I had it in the bag. But the bag was empty. I go to the art show. My painting is hanging on the wall. looks like perfection. I look around the room. Other paintings are really great, just like mine. The judges are also walking around looking at the different sculptures and drawings. I see that they are looking at mine. They announce who won, they didn't say my name. As I walk out of the room with my head down, I'm holding my painting and my paintbrushes.
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Not quite what we did in class, but I love it! You tied in the theme of walking alone super well. :)
ReplyDeleteThey never call my name either! Your writing is so realistic, it's great!
ReplyDelete"I thought I had it in the bag. But the bag was empty."
ReplyDeleteHoly bananas is that true! We sometimes think that are the sh** and that we are the best ever, but then humility comes and high kicks us in the face.
Great way to explain that process.
I love how real your writing is and I love how you made this your own. Great work.
ReplyDeletei agree with steve! the had it in the bag thing is way smooth! keep it up!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Steve too. I like how its short and sweet but says so much. You're a good writer, keep up the good work!
ReplyDeleteI love that you made this into a short story. And I love that It makes so much sense.
ReplyDeleteI love the story. Wow, I relate to this a little too much, it's great!
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