painting

sometimes when she painted,

she forgot to stop.

maybe because it wasn't exactly like it was something to stop.

it was more like she was visiting somewhere.

some place.

a colorful place that sang songs and whispered things

way down deep for her insides to hear.

she'd sing and whisper too and wander inside the colors,

visiting every swirl and drip she could.

and she listened.

she listened way close to what the colors had to say.

and that's why sometimes she forgot to stop.