Thursday, September 4, 2008


Calm lives in a crayon.

strange statement, yes. but true. Have you eer pulled a crayon from the box and taken a long sweet sniff. If you haven't, do it. Tonight, after many months of debate, I have made a decision and am feeling anxious. So I pulled my trusty box of crayons from the tin, asked J, what color did he think if when he thinks of me. He said purple, for passion. So I pulled purple from the box and sniffed. The smell of a purple crayon, calming my spirit, my nerves and my heart. Theres nothing like the smell of a crayon. The memories that flood in when I smell a crayon, peace, easy, trust, 1st grade, strawebrries, love, calm, peace.

I love my purple crayon.

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