A Work Of Art
Green. The colour itself was the most lively and vivid green anyone could ever have imagined. And set in the midst of this green was a black circle, perfectly round and supporting the quality of the green, just by being a hole inside of it. Yet the green too knew borders of its existence, and around the green there was a clear simple white to be seen, shaping the green into a circle just like the black. The green, in fact, was not a homogenous, undisturbed green, but much rather displayed a delicate texture of little imperfections, different hues of green strewn into the larger green just to add to its perfection in a very irrational way. Around the white was set a pair of eyelids which without doing anything communicated shyness and purity. They did not blink, for they were too polite to hide the green for but a second and maybe, just maybe, there was another reason too. From the eyelids sprung lashes standing orderly and well seperated next to each other, long, dense, as if painted.