Somewhere, out there.
The clouds... That place, that abundance, that majority.
Patterns of life shaped within us, within the skies.
Colour, love, mystery and courage within. Without.
Existing each day, each night, each moment.
Living with us, leading and creating a path, a meaning...
The sky, a place where we all go, whether in a dream, an instance, a moment.
The sky does wait. Longing to be released, searching for a freedom, yet without realising all it wants is to be controlled.
Anger within a storm, a crack of thunder, a lightning bolt. Brought to it's knees by it's own ability, it's own force, it's own power.
Just like a person. With limits, with choices, with a future.
I often seem to find myself gazing off towards the sky. My neck tilted back, my breath slow and relaxed. It also always seems to be while I'm sitting. On the beach with the sand beneath me, in the car and contemplating nothing. Or just wherever, whenever, however.
Make sure to take a look up at the sky tomorrow, and think... Oh, by the way, it always seems to look the coolest at sunset.
Goodbye for now.