love letters to the Sky
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The rain is so comforting, it's like it's asking me if I'm okay, when nobody else is.
I've been appreciating the sky so much more these days too, it makes me so happy.
Hey, Sky, can I ask you to rain too?
Haha, of course not, but it feels pretty to think so.
When I watched the clouds today, I was fascinated by how some of them bursted with white puffs of gas, then slowly reintegrated, thread of gas by thread of gas, before clumping together and travelling across the sky, and then the cycle repeats. It was so so so mesmerising and beautiful.
There are all these sides of me, each one having a different reason behind them. And I suppose as I mature, I'll begin to embrace all these facets of me, but what about this "me"? Who am I really? What's my actual personality?
I'll figure it out soon though, all in due time, as they say. But I suppose this thought will haunt me nonetheless.
The clouds roll over you like snow, or hug you
like a blanket
the clouds settle around the Sun like
foam at the top of coffee
Buildings burn, you remain. Wars wage, but you stay.
I'm a dandelion, upright and arrogant
In vain, my ice-petals will veil my fears.
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