When the big black dot appears.

I wonder if painters ever make one big, splotchy mistake in the center of the canvas

due to a lack of planning.

If so, where do they go from there?

I suppose one could simply get a whole new canvas,

free of remarks and smudges of thought. 

This seems like a fine option for the rich, 

and those who have the time to start over,

even if all of their time was invested in that one piece.

Perhaps they think their work wasn't really meant to come to fruition in the first place,

that ignoring the other canvas won't necessarily obliterate it,

but it'll stop mattering much.

Or the different option of painting over it.

But I feel like that causes a sleepy type of paranoia 

that even when you've been through three coats of white, 

that massive paint splatter will always show from beneath them.

Not to mention it's a complete waste of paint all together. 

Waiting for all of those coats to dry and glaze over in just the right way,

Trying so hard to mimick the canvas that once was,

and slowly realizing that you never will.

Reflecting is healthy,

but covering all that you can reflect upon and seeing your reflection

in the wet concealer doesn't have the same sheen to it. 

But of course, there's always painting around it. 

The gaping dot in the center of your canvas doesn't need to represent emptiness. 

Life tends to move like a work of art and if it is anything,

it is subjective to change. 

Yes, everything has been done before,

and there is no reinventing the wheel in anything anymore

but you have one pair of eyes that have never been used by another,

and for the most part, 

they work.

Perhaps that black bit of error was one of your darkest moments,

but you don't need to turn it gray to make it beautiful.

In fact, you don't need to make it pleasing to the eye at all.

Not everything was meant to be seen in a magazine,

or glossy as its pages.

The uniquness in the finish of your eyes will tell you that at some points,

you still look like you've got wet paint to pour out of the can.

But during others,

they are as raw and honest as any other part of you.

This has been a terrible love and the obsidian is clear as the sun on

what was once pure and blank.

But know, there is no need to cover it up,

for some things are so much better enjoyed dark and morbid. 

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.