Paint me, love
A writer and a painter, in a studio alone, lock eyes for a moment, before burying it deep and forgetting.
Paint me, let me dry on that canvas,
you with your soft brush,
dragging lines and colors, the world exploding from your fingertips.
.
I will write you into the stars,
you,
borne from the cosmos, hoping that you may wander in it,
I know your curiosity.
.
Yet our gaze is fleeting,
a desert between us,
a sea of so many other possibilities that we may take.
.
All the world fell away
when your eyes met mine.
It could not be.
It can never be
With nervous laughter, we hid it, we locked the moment deep within our hearts.
And never did I want to speak more
and say
.
"In another time
another life
we will meet again.
Bind me with your brush, paint the image of me in your mind, etch it into the depths of your soul
I'll write you until your name is the only word I know, leave it all over the world with my inked pen.
Every story, every portrait will have the other. So we may never forget. So the world may know about us."
About the Creator
Mei Lin
She/Her
Hello! I'm a college student trying to publish my stories somewhere and I love creating worlds out of thin air.
Midnight
60 seconds… 59 seconds… Time was slipping through his fingers, though he clawed at the falling grains of sand, he could not stop the hourglass from flowing. Around him, the silence was deafening. He had taken over every screen in the command centre, putting the terrible seconds before the terrified eyes of his friends and comrades.
By Alexander McEvoy4 days ago in Fiction
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