Black with blue dots is how I use to paint at five thought it as a black sheet, felt protected.
Then it turned to black space at 10 and endless at 17, feel unreachable.
It is no longer a black sheet and not the blue dots now, still shine my eyes with hope. I'm on the dust looking at infinity, I can feel the lightness because I can float. Can I really step into the fourth dimension?
The genius who created this, that supernatural element between my heart and soul. Amazing is the aloneness with no loneliness.
The hard truth, NO, the black sheet with shiny dots will not wrap me. But being there I can save my soul.