TO NYX,
THE GIRL WHO
PAINTED SWIRLED
YELLOW AND
MIDNIGHT BLUE
INTO HER OWN SKY,
you are the colors of van gogh's canvas blending into a rich song of nostalgia and sunflower stars,
a stargazer with a mellifluous voice that sang a solo amidst the mellow chorus of the daedalian constellations and labyrinths you imagined in your intricate, endless universe,
someone who could never belong in school because your heart was galactic, colossal, boundlessly immortal,
because however arduous the task of simply doing more than barely breathing, barely existing, you are immortal, my friend,
you are immortal in the hearts of the stars who contemplated your soul from the hazy heavens, the stars who saw a spirit that belonged with them,
you are immortal in your poetry, your art,
you are immortal, my friend, my nyx
- from your eos, the dawn,
thank you uranium-girl for inspiring me, <3
