The heavens
Have you ever wondered out and about looking around wondering what this all is about?
Well I have and I've looked over and over towards a certain direction.
A direction but it was not left or right, or front or behind, I've looked up into a wide canvis.
When in darkness this canvas appears brighter, it shines much lighter, and shows its true colors.
Sometimes looking at this canvas can make me feel smaller, much much smaller.
But this canvas is everything that surrounds me.
But it not only surrounds me, but you too, it surrounds all of us.
It surrounds everything we've loved and everything we want to become.
Painted by complex system of laws that we barly understand.
This canvas of coarse we see every night, but we rarely appreciate it's magnificience.
We look up into the night sky, and gaze into the heavens themselves, and turn back down completely unaware of what we just laid our eyes on.
The universe, space, everything above, holds a very special place in my heart.
I cannot explain it really because when I look up, I just feel it, there is not a way to explain it.
The heavens reminds me that sometimes even when we think everything is going to fall apart, it really will remain, just as it remains.
Forever it remains.
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