Pah.

It's amazing to stare at a keyboard and think of all the possibilities that are in front of you. I instantly group the letters together and make up words that don't have any significance when they stand alone. But for some reason, even when I put words together to form sentences, I still can't seem to find what I'm looking for. It's becoming difficult to find the right words that explain what is going on in my mind.

What? I don't know.

Why? I don't know.

How? I don't know.

I honestly don't know.

My words are as good as a bicycle with a flat tire- they can't seem to get me to where I want to go. The dreams of inspiring people with the written word is shattered because of my lack of inspiration. I hit the  backspace more than I do any other key on the keyboard. My hands are ice cold and my feet tingle from sitting on them too long. My eyes are glued to the blank screen. The cursor is the only thing that is moving.

"Will it happen today? I don't know, for I never know beforehand, and deep down it really doesn't matter. It's the possibility that keeps me going, not the guarantee, a sort of wager on my part. And though you may call me a dreamer or a fool or any other thing, I believe that anything is possible." 

Maybe one day I will find the words to write a beautiful post- anything is possible.

BOO.
-Maddiey

call me crazy.

I would apologize for not posting in a while, but then I would be lying- I'm really not sorry. You would probably consider it pathetic if you were to see how many hours I sit here, staring blankly into the computer screen.

Now, here's your options: read this rant of my selfish desires or skip reading this post entirely and find something more worth your time.

Here we go.

I wish I would spend more time in libraries and reading books. I want to take home large stacks of books and pile them all around my room. Instead of countless hours of Solitaire, I would read a variety of novels and write down the lines I like. It would be acceptable to read more than one book at a time, even though my mother gets frustrated when I do so. I would read during the free moments in my classes, regardless of the thoughts I have racing through my mind of what people might think of me. It is truth to say that the world inside a book is far better than a life full of high school drama.

Hey! I think I'll try it.
But first, I'll need to get a library card.

"Save the Shop Around the Corner and it will save your soul."

-Maddiey B.

oh snap!

I go through a lot of moments where I find something breathtakingly beautiful, but the moment is ruined simply because I do not have a camera. I can't handle it anymore.

That's why I have decided that...

I, Madison Beardall, will carry my camera with me everywhere till the day it breaks. When it does break, I promise to purchase a new one as soon as possible.
A secret project.
I am excited.
It is a lovely project, I think.
I can't wait to show you when I finish.
Prepare yourselves to be amazed.

Radio, radio, tell me something I wanna know, wanna know.

Avec Amour,
Madison

of summerish thoughts and such

She loved to daydream, and though her reputation for talking to herself was known by only a few, she knew it was part of her life. She could see things in her mind about herself, and she just had to talk about them to herself. 
'All right, so I mentally view my future. Is that so bad?' 

You can quote me, Commander. This is going to be a summer to sing about.

(quotes from A Summer to Sing About by Shirley Sealy)

twenty plus pebbles (if only that was possible)

books, books, books.

If I were to work at a library, I would enjoy seeing the regulars in corners wrapped up in a book. Little children with smiles on their face carrying a stack of picture books that is too much for them to handle. Sharing your favorites with those who need help searching for something delightful. A rather attractive man checking out your favorite novels.

It's a romantic situation, don't you think?  It would be very romantic to meet the man of my dreams in the middle of bookshelves filled with books containing poetry or some romantic book genre. He would ask me what my favorite book was and I would give him a list containing classics and books that aren't as well known to other readers. He would ask me to help him find some of the ones I liked and then check them out. He would become a regular, and every time he stopped by we would discuss books and our life. Eventually, he would ask me on a date. Eventually, he would ask me to marry him and I would have to say yes because I love him dearly. 

And all of it began amongst the bookshelves in a modest library.

Read a book.

twenty pebbles.