Black eyes
Young, omnipotent
In her world.
She touched the white
With some kind of dye
(Smiling, concentrating).
She thinks of nothing,
But the slow rise of brushes
Blushing.
She heard their words
Of “value,” “motive,” and “interpretation”
(Frowning, ignoring).
All she wanted
Was to paint.

Ahh well. Have a good Halloween everyone.

::mina::