Many days I glanced at the tinted-black sky and wondered if it was really the limit. And it was.
As a kid, I never went to sleep when I needed to, I can not think of a time that I ever went to sleep without looking at the sky first. It astonished me so much I would look at it each night, just glaring at the window, just to observe the sky.
I'm 17 now, I can't be talking about the sky all the time.
But one day, I thought the sky stared back.
And I couldn't believe it. Who would think that the sky had feelings?
It wasn't fantasy; I felt like it was real.
Oh wait, it's my imagination...