Drawing a Picture of You Or Me

I was drawing such a picture, it had no object, actually it made no difference though if it becomes you while I was drawing myself or it becomes me while I was drawing you I filled every corner of the canvas with all the colors I have but there was neither of us found in the composition, is it because the canvas is too small? In this false reality, as time passes, a heavy layer of fog rises to cover the canvas, to obstruct my view in order to see the other side of the fog I bought a canvas higher and wider than the sky and placed it on an easel, wishing to find your or my face in there then poured light and bright colors on the canvas to remove the blanket of thick fog, but it didn’t do any good; I walked though the dense fog searching for you and looking for myself, but all these efforts went for nothing. Only the time passed like rolling water in the great river then, now, all oils are gone therefore no way to fill the remaining empty space on the canvas and in this space, I saw the shape actually formless passing through passing the time in such a way, in the form that is shapeless, I saw you and me moving along in the crowd though I didn’t draw nor you drew, in the blank of the canvas.