Ctrl+Z. Ctrl+Me.

"Just living is not enough", said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."
— Hans Christian Andersen.

don't let me be gone.

"Love places someone else in the centre of your being and your own self is blurred."

- Mohsin Hamid.


The paint brush wanted to paint a perfect picture.

The details of colour, scaling the black ink stencilled on the canvas.
Every colour vivid, rich and on point.
Every stroke minute and precise.
Every drop of paint precious.

The need to be exact;
A slight movement, and the picture would be all wrong.

The colour pencils wanted to bring life to a perfect picture.

The details of the stencilled picture were fixed.
Playing around with the colours, shading to give life.
Different shades were spontaneously selected at different points.
Occasionally needing sharpening, but the colours never fail to be vibrant.

Both brought to the exact same picture to life in different ways.

The details of every colour integrated, similar somehow.
Overlapping the vivid, precise paint strokes with vibrant, spontaneous colouring.
The picture was almost perfect; for perfection was never believed in.
More importantly, the picture looked more alive than ever.

Went the sponge.
Soaking up the paper.
The painting blurred.

Why, sponge, why.

But the beauty in the colours that remain on the canvas
another picture perfect story to tell.



don't let me be.


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