Black Cat Bone

Swallowed deep into the opalescence of the shade, a constant state of midnight veils the world in milky resplendence and static calm, and I am a myth, something old and forgettable, unnoticed and obscured, with Black Cat bone in hand, and Edelweiss in hair, I fade into the azure sea of nebula and everlasting sleep.

And so, it's taken me around four days but I feel comfortable breathing again now. I'm not sure if this is really what I expected but then, things rarely are. It's just a miracle that I didn't immediately hate it the moment I rested my brush. I think I originally thought she'd be more silvery, like a spider web or something, but as usual, I felt totally and utterly overcome by stars, and how fucking insignificant I am.