i colour in the white spaces of my drawings
the pen nib goes deeper and deeper
and on the other side of the paper, there's a mark.

the colour- originally an indigo blue-
becomes dark as the night
the colour is rich and singular;
it feels like the sea.
i wish it were.
my wishes don't come true.

maybe if i continue colouring over the same lines
again and again
the space will finally be filled.