WRITTEN FIRST BY HAND

September, 2020

The black canvas that covered the wall is thinking so deeply. Facing the frame-less black canvas in front of it, after noticing the small white dot in it.

Black Canvas: I'm curious about you. I've been watching you for awhile, you the white dot on the black canvas.

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The canvas on the right side of the 'white dot' heard it and calls out the attention of the lone 'white dot'.

'White Dot': And how can I be a white dot? I'm a big ship but only that this vast ocean makes me so small.

Black Canvas: Oh, forgive me.It must've been rough for you to be alone in the darkness.

'White Dot': No, don't look at me in that way. The darkness is there to embrace me and doesn't make me feel lonely at all.

Black Canvas: What a beautiful thought of yours, if only I have one ship in my nothingness, whom I can embrace I wouldn't feel so deserted right now.

'White Dot': You don't have to think like that. If they turn off the lights, I'll sail across the room. You won't see me but I'll be there sailing in your streams.

black canvas: It'll be dark, just darkness.

'White Dot': Then I'll be floating in its embrace.

And there was a moment of silence before the black canvas respond,

Black Canvas: You're a ship who needs no lighthouse, you're hopeful.

'White Dot': I'm built this way.

Black Canvas: I found you lonely, now you're making me lonelier.

'White Dot': No, you can't be lonelier. I might think that I make you lonely.

Black Canvas: I didn't intend for you to go thinking that way, forgive me Big Ship.

'White Dot': No, keep calling me the 'White Dot', from now you can call that way. Thanks to you I can become another's curiosity.

Black Canvas: And what do I look like from there?

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'White Dot': You're the horizon of this darkness.

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(The ship does not see a big black canvas but a continuity of its own  darkness.)

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Black Canvas: But how? 

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'White Dot': Maybe because, I can only see light from the top of your edges.