The sky and I
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1 min readAug 23, 2017
Sometimes, I swear
the sky knows me
better than I know myself.
Reflecting back
the light
the dark
the blues…
Mysteries of life
shrouded under smokey haze.
Tortured and polluted by humanity’s ignorance.
Moments of clarity, fleeting.
Playful puffs of white, writing stories on a canvas of blue;
Love stories.
Laugh stories.
Deep, dark, fear stories.
Misunderstood stories.
Soulful greys releasing tears of untold sorrows.
Soft exhalations responding gently to stagnant, stifling air.
Flashes of reaction indiscriminately striking misplaced anger.
Cruel in its extremes.
Loving in its wisdom.
Sometimes, I swear
the sky knows me best.
