i see things i can't explain
inside of this dragon
people expect things
like lungs that shoot fire
but the insides of this dragon
were so colorful
shades of purple and hot pink
orange and blue roses
there was also three skies
and in one of them
you can see a thousand eyes
they were all looking at me
they never blink
inside of this dragon was
one big, vivid world
there are unicorns everywhere
and a rainbow colored sea
one that i don't dare explain
unlike my town
or my gallery
this place was vibrant
and also had many sounds
music and chattering
yeah, the chattering
of the fairies living inside
this dragon
fairies that i drew then
erased
there is something
that i've just realized
my gallery isn't my canvas
the dragon is my canvas
my dragon is my canvas
YOU ARE READING
artbook
Poetry// it's not something as mere as smelling colors and tasting letters, it's something like painting fish in the middle of the sky and drawing dragons in the middle of town. something like having the world as your artbook. \\
