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I keep a box of crayons in my office — a Crayola 24 pack. It was an office supply store impulse buy I threw into my basket after shopping for hanging file folders, good highlighters, and a sturdy three hole punch. The unopened box sits unused and on display, a few bright colors on a bookshelf otherwise composed of neutral pages and dark jewel-toned spines. It’s been there since I got my job — a reminder to break from complication and look for happiness in simple things.

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Last night I dreamed of sitting down across the table from a stack paper. I can’t remember my intention, but I do recall the timeless joy that accompanies opening a brand new box of crayons.

After opening the box, carefully, I slid all 24 onto the table (crayons are best worn down, not broken) and looked for “cornflower blue.” The name confused me as a child because the flowers I knew grew in shades of red, pink, white, and yellow (not blue), and I wasn’t sure such a plant existed.

I know it now, of course, but twisting the crayon between my fingers, I discovered the color was no longer called cornflower blue — it was called nostalgia.

A darker shade was ambivalence. A lighter one, shame. It’s greener cousin was remorse.

The purple shades were uncertainty and frustration. The pinks, hurt and irritation.

“Terrible names,” I thought — the colors were shades of insecurity, hues of heartache, a spectrum of sad tints and melancholy tones. I remember thinking “I can’t color anything with these.”

 

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Composite image by Dumb Domme (a.k.a. “The Pixel Pusher”)

  8 Responses to “dream crayons”

  1. On the brighter side you could be relieved it wasn’t the Crayola 150-count Telescoping Tower in the dream!

    Wearing those babies down to nothingness would taking a lot of coloring. Maybe you could have some fun melting them down? I wonder how hot that wax would be on skin…

    (Love the image! Tres creative)

    • 150 crayon tower

      you could be relieved it wasn’t the Crayola 150-count Telescoping Tower

      What is this madness… I must have it!

      have some fun melting them down? I wonder how hot that wax would be on skin…

      I dunno. I’ll probably accidentally spill some on myself, so I’ll let you know. :)

  2. “I remember thinking “I can’t color anything with these.”

    … together they will fill up the page to tell a story: the boldness of living a dream, the examples of a learning processes, and the promise on what is still to come …

  3. Brilliant image, powerful dream.

  4. “Terrible names,” I thought — the colors were shades of insecurity, hues of heartache, a spectrum of sad tints and melancholy tones. I remember thinking “I can’t color anything with these.”

    Dream or not, those are the only ones that I have ever colored with. They’re actually not bad, once you get used to them.

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