Kristopher Roller

Bleed.

Bleed.
On the paper.
On the white canvas.
Not on the minds of
innocent colorful beings.

Bleed for the story behind the
sudden rush of an artist’s blood,
for his heart and his soul
are incapable of being
understood by the ordinary.

Don’t you waste your
unique sufferings, and
offerings for those
whose minds are too
feeble to understand them.

Instead, bleed on the blank paper,
the white canvas, the empty space.

With musings of your life,
with colors of your mind,
with intimate secrets of your soul,
then bleed with the blood
you no longer need.

And remember,
you have to bleed regularly
to become capable of
creating magic!

Magic in forms you can’t tell.