The sky
Sometimes I just need to stop everything. I need lay down. I look up and can see the blue, or the grey, or the pinks and yellows of the sunset. I can feel myself melting into its bliss. Like I'm there but not really. But then the clouds come back and the rain starts to pour. I'm brought back to reality and I'm alone.
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