You and I, we have quite the relationship.
I do not know your name,
Or your face.
I do not know if you are a boy or a girl.
But I know you.
If I were to walk a crowd, I wonder if I would see you
Or if I’d pass you by
(and the thought that I would pass you pains me, it really does)
That I would not see you
Even if you stood alone.
I know that when I look up at the sky filled with computer-generated clouds and a sunset too vivid to be real
It fills me.
With wonderment, amazement…
Helplessness.
And I know, I KNOW that I am small.
And you know what?
This no longer bothers me.
Does that make you proud?
And sometimes—when I pray to you—I let your presence move over me (fill me),
Wash over me
And I feel like a cup brimming with water that falls from that sky that overwhelms me so and I WONDER—
(I wonder many things, but namely this)
If YOU are the sky.
And that’s why no one takes the time
To look at you.
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