REFLECTIVE

Shot by the writer.

They studied the picture.
Vague;
Still vague.
Minute meaning, no understanding.
Just a set of carefully arranged null pieces.

He observed the picture.
Got interested in its components—
Couldn’t comprehend a meaning.
Gradually, like sunset, each intriguing detail morphed into a cloud of uncertainties.

She saw the same picture.
Elated, she felt.
“Amazing!” she said.
Immediately, all its details became familiar to her.
She gasped as it mirrored her inner self.

The picture,
Words are pictures– of the mind.
She got the idea.
It was her.

~Inked by Omoh✨