A pencil across a canvas

My pencil crossed the canvas and formed the moon, the stars, and the sun. With every stroke my pencil made, a piece of a puzzle made me understand the concept of our evolution. The first test of understanding who we are, is nothing more than pure art in its simple form. Walk that path, and maybe one day you will understand that a letter is just a form that made us imagine things that were not real..

My pencil crossed the canvas and formed the planets and their dance across the horizon. With every stroke my pencil made, a piece of the puzzle made me realize that gods truly real. The creators of the world we see, the air we breath, and the red water flowing within our veins.

I give my pencil to anyone who can make a stroke on the canvas i have seen, and maybe you can see the same things i have seen.

a reply to: tikbalang

I give You, appropriately for Me, Your 6th Flag and Star. Syx...
(Hmmm, 3 6's there? Perhaps...)