It Was Part Of The Plan

It started with a plan, a bold olive shape in the corner, outlined clean in confident blue. Everything after that just happened. A yellow scribble showed up uninvited. A pink grid moved in without asking. A dark maroon block muscled its way into the middle, dragging a turquoise loop behind it like it belonged there all along. By the time a soft pink cloud drifted in, trailing purple squiggles, the original plan was long gone. And yet somehow it holds together, every accident finding its place. Turns out it was part of the plan all along. It just took a while to figure out what the plan actually was.