Here is all that there is left to do: tear out this page, flip it over, and DIY image from here. The other side of the page is remains, another dimension, still part of you, confusingly colored, vaguely beautiful, and subjectively overworked. Maybe others have lines, so black and boldened, you can feel them raised like microscopic dams, reliable, holding in the colors that they place. Others fit so well within their predesigned lines, flipping the page was a concept that never entered the mind. You, live on enigmatic planes, effable and thinning lines, a design that you will study, feel the disconnection, think, edit, recreate. Flip this page and start something new now, and one day, my love, you will hold it up to the light and see the layers. Is it messy or imperfectly captivating.