Sky

Its strange when someone says something monumentally intense to you. I don't think its hit me yet, since im still trying to make sure if i actually read what i read. Right now though, i just don't feel like whats been said has made an impact yet - its a slow going one. I thought i might try something different today; instead of writing so haphazardly i might try and focus my writing a bit more.

You know, whenever i look up at the sky, i see the shackles of responsibility being released and a certain sense of freedom. Not only that, but the sky represents a canvas of different feelings; from the blue skies of tranquility to the brooding London skies that bring about the blues. I feel....like im flying through those irregularly shaped pieces of condensation hanging on the cobalt ceiling, into the blueness of sky itself. That penumbra between earth's atomsphere and space just seems so intriguing, like a boundary that merges into both sides; it epitomises going with the flow....