When the lines crossed, they collided. They left marks, beautiful scratches enclosing impossible combinations of colors. They glided on the ground and created a second equator which circled our minds’ continuously. And these lines did so quietly. Creeping up on us at the unlikeliest of times. When we were in our rooms late at night, when we were listening to our childhood friends’ dreams unfold, when we were forced into a whirlwind of commotion. And all we ever need to calm the pulse of these heartbeat like tracks, is one reminder. The reminder that straps our skin to our sanity and pulls our bright eyes back into focus. All these lines intended to do was stir our thoughts. These colors can guide us, they can inspire and reach to our small, insignificant spirits inside that we fail to understand. They offer the world and all of what it is to our taking.