A woman sits and feels
How familiar all this is.
The motions she has repeated countless times,
But it is the promise of what will appear
That lures her in.
Deeper and deeper into a trance
Line after line, curve after curve.
She creates
Possibilities.
However this time, she stares at the empty page
And draws a blank.
And she fears she will never move forward,
So she closes her eyes.
Only to open them and find
A man standing before her.
He smiles gently and hands her a battered coin.
She takes a breath
In order to listen to
The comfort seep into the silence.
It is enough to urge her hands into action
As she feels every movement of the brush
Leading her to her final destination.
Her hands finally still
And when the time arrives
Her eyes open and she sees.
A mess,
A masterpiece.
She stares at the man on the page and finds,
A blend of color,
A jumble of lines,
All hidden in a stroke of confidence.
Now she can say
She paints the streets.
X x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x X
He watches her.
Her hands, they glide
Seamlessly as if to capture the sky itself.
They mold, they destroy
And hold within their grasp the breath of life.
But this time her hands are still
They hold no more life.
Instead he sees a swell of fear
Where she is, on the streets
For the first time.
So he stands and waits,
Waits for her hands to move.
To once again bring him life
And take him away
To a place where there is only her.
He stands, and stands
To no avail.
Until he reaches into faded pockets
And touches a worn out coin.
X x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x X
A girl stands on the streets.
In one hand is a battered coin
In the other, a worn out brush.
All around her is chaos,
Harsh colors scream her name
On neon signs.
Echizen!
She walks past a painting
Of a man, with her eyes
And her smile
Hanging behind a glass vault.
Closely guarding her secret
Of her relation
To fame.
And the girl walks past
With sure steps
Filled with determination.
Because she knows
That one day in the future
Her time will come.
To paint the streets.
This was based off of something I wrote for class…I know it's rough and there are probably plenty of grammar mistakes. It's my first time trying this style of writing…so go easy on me x3 Just to explain, I meant for the first POV to be Sakuno's then Ryoma's then their child's (the last one was probably confusing..so I'll leave it up to your interpretation, yep I am taking the lazy way out ;P)