We Are All Written in Ink

An inkwell is overturned on the desk, black spilling, staining, creating you.

A clean canvas. Wit hands drag themselves along this endlessness, disturbing, rippling into existence a fine white line.

They press and the line thickens; lifts and it lightens; skips and it dashes; spins and it swirls. All for

Your solo dance. The white follows wit, lines capturing you, finally holding your silhouette, finally finding form.

Oh little picture, euneirophrenic is your waking heart, your shape here on this canvas.

My sweet darling. You don't deserve to sit here alone, lost with cecity, empty with isolation, nor plagued with black lungs.

New worlds inhabited by nefelibata rise from pen, scribbling, racing, complementing the misery-entwined creativity. This is for you. Yet,

the little picture still suffers, crying out in a void of black and white, still scared and learning.

Wit stands aloof, questioning this image, before leaving the desk to return a small wooden box. A new palette. Emotion begins bubbling, melting a desk of ink-leaden canopy, the little picture emerging from the black, latching onto the box.

Eyes open, the walls fall apart to reveal novelty; her first light and shadow, her first colors,

Her first ever smile. Yet the little picture still suffers, pain muffled by the beautiful glares of colors, merely alone now in a world. Simply, with no one to share.

Confined to dimensional nightmares she rests, waiting in the background, unmoving, still as an art piece with no soul. My little heartsore. Wit,

why did you bring me here? I’m art all alone.

A pained face tearing, Wit left the desk, mourning this sad art, and looked in the mirror. A reflection. Mirthing, Wit is overcome, and begins ripping, lifting, running, until they place the mirror over the canvas.

The little picture looks up, crying, then laughing, as she stares back at art. Her own picture. Not a reflection, but her own interpretation, a piece of art all her own.

Where have you been? my other half. I’ve always been here. You just had to know where to look.