She couldn't describe it to people; though she had tried to many times. The serenity that a nebula gave her was beyond comparison. Colors swirled about her as she slowly spun; their names lost to all but Abba. The elements gathered round in prisms of light. Her wings flap on occasion giving her the energy needed to move. Sis may prefer the company of others, she thinks speeding up the formation of a small star, but I have always found my solace among the nurseries.
Yeah I know... no updates to anything or written. Just lost the motive thanks to my watercolor class. Here's to a new semester and hopes of a job.
Thoughts about the above?