12 x 16

In the middle of the night

I got out of bed -

put on my favourite jeans and shirt

and walked in the dark.

In the far end of the corridor,

I opened a door,

ran my fingers to the wall and switched on the lights.

My footsteps were light,

but my chest was heavy.

The day was quite long, but I couldn't find the need to rest.

I stopped halfway through.

I looked around and realised the room's so bare.

The walls are empty except for the one in front of me.

Vivid colours splashed within a 12x16 framed space.

I found the subject vague.

But the longer I looked at it,

the more I appreciate its beauty.

Then it hit me.

You know what they say.

Art imitates life.

Text, sketch and photo by our resident writer, Clare De Guzman.