Glass Half Full
I remove the bright blue pen from my hand
Which is now covered in abstract shapes and doodles
The art I had just created somehow makes me feel complete
As I remember what my mother had nagged me about ink poisoning
I suddenly scrub it off
But now I somehow feel
A little empty
Or shall I say only half way full
I then forget about my concerns and place the inky tip of the pen to my skin
From then on I just doodle what images come into my head
Just then I realize that I'll have to wash it off again
So I remove the cold pen from my hand and scrub it all away
The feeling of expressing the art you make onto your own body compels me
But once again I feel depleted until I can draw again