Stars were just a baby old when she was born. Her eyes were the first to see them. She was older than everything, even though she was only a month. She taught the stars how to move, how to knit the dark skies around them, because everything was white in the start, and her in her entity, was bright.
She was every colour your eyes could imagine:
She was the colour of red; like the blood seeping through your wrist when you tried to kill yourself.
She was the colour of blue; like the water you're trying to drowned yourself in.
She was the colour of green; like the leaf that grows old with you.
She was the colour of black; like the moment before you passed out entirely.
She was the colour of yellow; like the sun, the last thing you saw before you left.
