| She is nothing. Just a black sheet before your eyes. But out of this apocalyptic world, a special set of eyes see more. She is a black sheet of stars, glistening and blinding. Perhaps this is why no one saw her. This special set of eyes had a body, And he loved her. His words created galaxy’s and planets. His touch created colors, bursting into her sheet. Making her deeper, bigger, glorious. She is something. |