not the blank canvas waiting to be embellished by psychedelic rainbows & moonlight, but I'm the black canvas of the sky, so filled with scars I am, that no fire can turn me ash anymore... (OPEN FOR COLLAB, plzzzz🥺) White can't be scribbled on white, and black can't be scribbled on black. What if the stars were dark? Can we ever see them in night sky? What if the night sky was bright as day? Can we ever see the stars? White is love, black is love. Brown is love, cream is love.
