On the brink of destruction,

black holes fill the void.

No one knows where it leads,

no one is ignorant enough to try and find out.

When the sun comes out and is the single most vibrant thing in the sky

you think you might see the bottom,

you think there will be a treasure waiting for you to reach it just

twenty feet below your shoes.

When you look down and you are met with abysmal darkness,

never-ending, never stopping.

One day you look down and the lines have faded,

the vibrant colors have turned dull and your art is gone.

On this day you can create again, maybe a place that leads somewhere.