I’ve been told I sling ink with the unrelenting fervor of a fiend
My pen skates paper, friction sparks flame
Levitating fumes — Slowly. Deliberately, coalescing
Eventually marking the sky with intermittent smoke signals;
High or low — as far as you assume you may be,
Sooner or later you’ll start to see
That if you’ve been looking for a soul that burns much like mine
Every other place you’ve looked will continue to be the wrong place,
There’s only one soul that bears my likeness. You’ve already found it.
– O.D. ©2021
Art by: Aenami
O.D. 