She connects the lines...

Swooshes her paint brush over the white paper... The paper that has yet to be ruined... Like a baby.. innocent and waiting...

She lets her feeling rush on to the paper.. Lets the shadows fill the page, like they do her heart.

The shadows cling to her.. need her... decide her every action... plaster that smile on her face.

But she lets them...She lets them tear her to pieces... Lets them drown her in pain..

All she wants is a new piece of paper...

A new piece of paper to spill the shadows on.

A new life...

To connect the lines.