Anderix

If I were a line I think I’d be curled, billowed and swirled, and slowly unfurled. I’d sweep over a page, if I were a line, with the wind in my hair, and my heart laid bare. That’s what I’d be, if I were a line. If I were a spot I’d be round and fat (now how about that?) like an old, well-fed cat. I’d have drizzled and dropped, if I were a spot, pittering and pattering with a slight hint of smattering. That’s what I’d be, if I were a spot. If I were a colour I’d be a rich red, like a painted deathbed or a sword to the head. I’d lunge for macabre, if I were a colour, m