We were much like ink and paper. You had colours, and I was blank. I never moved, and you always flowed. You fell on me, and I absorbed you. You made me beautiful, and I stored you….
But you were ink and I was paper. You spoiled me and I thinned you. You consumed me and I consumed you. You tore through me and I let you fall. You trickled away and I never stopped….
We were much like ink and paper……