She admires the night sky, intrigued by its darkness, not caring for the stars - the moon is an exception.
Somehow she sees colour within all that black. She claims it's all down to an artistic eye when really it's because she's always seen a million sides to things.
I've never understood how she can just lose her self within that vast, empty space. But, somehow, it gives her a break, from the constellations of thoughts in her head.
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being hospitalised gives a person lots of time to think.
