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xiii. a writer's sketch

I am a writer. At a distance, there stood a cake that's overflowing with flavors. I watched as people took slices of the scrumptious cake that evidently attracted their taste buds. One person grinned happily, quickly taking bites of the cake slice and on the other hand, another person's expression changed once they took a bite of the cake, disappointment visible in their face. The person placed down the cake slice at the table, not bothering to finish the remaining pieces.

What they didn't know is that each cake slice contained a different flavor. Despite the fact that the cake slices only consisted of one design, I decided to sneak different flavors into each cake slice. As a writer, I may have one writing style, but the content of my literary pieces isn't always sweet nor bitter. I desire to create pieces that contains a unique variety similar to how bakers aspire to bake cakes that differs in its design, flavor, frosting, toppings, and many more.

I am a writer. I use my mighty pen to write the colorful words in my pieces. I yearn to fly to greater heights that would ultimately enable me to further expressing the illustrations that's glued to my mind whenever I write pieces. I want to paint a heavenly scenery using the power of words.

Snap, snap, snap - I was transported back into reality.

My surroundings were blurry. I let myself be consumed with the thoughts swarming across my mind. I felt an arm brushed against my own arm, seeing a boy who was using a mechanical pen to draw in his sketchbook.

His eyes focused on the illustration, not bothering to take off his gaze on the sketchbook. I sat in my chair, looking at him with full-blown admiration as he carefully sketches the lines of his drawing. I liked to imagine that I was one of his sketches; he's gentle with me, pours time and effort into our unbreakable friendship and blossoming relationship and most importantly, he treasures me as much as he treasures his sketches.

He's capable of illustrating our future together while I assist him by writing literary pieces that provides background to the illustrations he creates. Illustrations transforms into words and words transforms into illustrations; a never-ending cycle between the two of us.

We share one coloring book, working and planning together to figure out which color would be the perfect fit for each drawing presented. We would never dare to put contrasting colors to the drawings for it will only cause chaos. We would instead have a friendly debate on which colors goes into each part of the drawing. We would avoid to make mistakes such as accidentally having the colors overlap the outlines. As a couple, we aspired to create a perfect picture for everyone to see.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard we dream to create a perfect picture, there are some pages in the coloring book that's stained with dull colors while some pages contained light colors; a complete contrast. Throughout our journey, we finally realized that our coloring book doesn't have to be perfect; we realized that we can find beauty in imperfections and we can find beauty in failures. Not every page has to be colored with pastel or bright colors. Illustrations don't have to be filled with color to become beautiful.

With our combined talents, we are able to create our own world where we could live happily. Perhaps we could live in a castle that's located in the sky to achieve peace from the disasters taking place in our world right now or we can hold hands as we walk through an elegant garden full of roses with a gentle zephyr that can be felt in the atmosphere.

It's truly magnificent to witness the beauty of an artist and a writer working together; a writer can illustrate an image with the usage of words and an artist can write a story using only images.

Snap, snap, snap - once again being transported into reality.

You placed down the green pen once our friends returned to our table. You seemed busy because you were talking to them so I took the chance to write something in your drawing; something that would make you smile instantly the moment you lay your eyes on it.

"I ❤ U"

I love you, I love you, I love you.

After two years, I finally found the rightful artist that managed to patch up the cracks in my heart caused by another artist in the past.

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notes:

🌈 This is a sequel to my literary work entitled "the artist and the writer" back in january 18, 2018.

🌈 The said literary piece can be found in my book entitled "petals".

🌈 I was itching to rewrite the literary work when I re-read it again after two years. I wanted to improve the symbolisms as well as the structuring of the sentences. However, I also wanted to showcase my realizations after all these years combined with the personal experience I had with my boyfriend during Christmas break when we were at the mall with our friends. And poof! This piece was born.

🌈 Heck, the piece written back in january 2018 was about my ex crush who gave zero fucks about me and even dismissed the handwritten poem I made for him (it's supposed to be my way of "confessing" to him lmao). This piece is about my boy best friend - that became my boyfriend - that just so happened to be skilled at drawing like my ex crush.

11:08PM | May 4, 2020