From Virgo to Libra

The canvas appeared blank but upon closer inspection there were several boxes— wait— compartments actually— that were lightly traced upon the surface. I squinted as I roamed the canvas for each lightly drawn compartment, then sat back with a sigh of relief. So organized, I thought to myself, eyes closed, and a contented sigh left my being. SMACK. My entire body lurched forward in my seat at the sound of something hitting the canvas. It was a disembodied hand, dipped in a fistful of acrylic color paint, smearing its chaotic rainbow in rebellious delight. A faint knot of irritation appeared in my belly, and the peace I had felt momentarily slipped away. I stared at the hand before me, the canvas unaware of the atrocity that had befallen it. The majority of my lightly shaded boxes had all but disappeared- there would be no more evidence of them under the bright blues and hues of the acrylics. Now what? I thought.