...my body is slightly tilted towards the horizon, wondering at the tranquility of the sky. It is deep and harbours an inexpressible eternity that inspires me with wonder but also melancholy. What exactly does that sun rise to each morning? How does the sky rest peacefully above our heads? It's just there...it lives and breathes in its own capacity, it cares not for the millions of things that bother every single human that wanders in their aimless cycles.
It is the sky in all its glory, and I am slightly leaning to it, wondering what exactly it is that it can teach me - perhaps, that life is there, that empty sky? That all we worry for is naught, all we struggle towards is met in the end with emptiness?
No, it cannot be...the sky is there, and I am here. The sky knows not all my struggles, all my wants and needs, it cannot encompass me, it cannot fathom every fabric of me in the human world. I can wonder at the sky, I can love it and everything it stands for, for even, the fact that it is there. But can the sky love me? Can it wonder at me? No, it can't, and without humanity to wonder at anything...even with all the burdens they bear...then what would be left to wonder, to praise, to love?
I am slightly tilted towards the horizon, and I am wondering at it, a little lost, a little melancholy, but I am still walking forward into something, something real and something that matters to me. For all my worries, for all my smiles, even looking at the sky I am drawn backwards willingly. I can love it all at once, I can take moments to drink the empty sky and moments to cry from a full heart of human passions.
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