The Place Where it All Spills

I have a place

A place just for me

A place where everything from the day spills

And when it spills, it…

Pours across the dark wood desk

Flows and takes control of my pencils

Spills onto a paper

Swirls through a notebook

Anything water can do, it does

Where the water touches…

Color comes to the party

Scribbled ideas appear

A plan for artwork springs up

A diagram from a earlier study flourishes with notes

And many more things come to life

But there’s always one or two requirements;

Number one;

It’s always on paper

Whether it’s stained paper

Cardstock

Printer paper

Notebook paper

Sketching paper

Whatever paper it is

Something pops up

Number two;

It all comes from the depth of my soul

Whether it’s an artwork about a interesting school topic

Or a notebook entry saying all the shitty things from today

Or a awesome plot idea I need to organize

It just all comes from my soul

And my soul can contain many things

Like my heart

My head

My gut

Or just my soul

The soul creates unique things that are special to me, and they’re Sable

My heart creates things that are related to happy feelings, and I call them Dahlia

My head creates diagrams and vast areas of notes, and I call them Newt

And finally, my gut is the aggressive one

The one that wants to be a badass person

The one who wears black and listens to rock

The one who doesn’t give a crap what others say

Who gives their all when they wants

Who has to be held back by their friends so they won’t beat up a dude

And I call them Demi

All these contribute to my studio

The area where I make whatever I want

And it’s just perfect