EpicElle

You have to have the bitter,
before the sweet.
You have to have the rain,
before the rainbow.
You have to have winter,
before summer.
And without the bitter, the rain, the winter,
nothing would be as tasty, beautiful, warm.

One gray line
after another.
It doesn't look like much now,
but I keep drawing
One gray line 
after another.
I curve the lines,
loop-the-loop them.
I flick my pencil
I erase 
and erase.