edison's last words were: "it's very beautiful over there."
just a little progress. i feel like it's finished but then another part of me feels like it isn't.
i wrote this because i was thinking about the afterlife, how peaceful it must have been, and how better she was there as she lie in a flight of blue flowers nude. she was dying but she was dying beautifully so. i just wanted to paint a picture-- but these words are all i have.