The Sky.

Art : Sky.

By Sakuan.

The sky is beautiful, the people say it, I see it, it is undeniable how wonderful the sky is and can be. Out there somewhere there is someone looking down on us at least that is what most believe, I can’t help but believe it myself. What type of person would I be if I don’t believe? I have to believe because that is the only way one could keep their sanity, I am sane I promise, I don’t speak out of turn, I wait for my time and turn to speak then I do so that is the only way to live life. Special are those who keep their brain intact in situations like these. Special is me who keeps his cool every time something is out of turn. They call him God, such a complex being, is he a being? I wonder, I wonder what keeps Him up all night, is it the sins His creations commit? Is it the potential his creations waste? I know what keeps my up all night, and it is not only my sins but my wasted potential, I can only assume the same things affect Him considering we are created in His own image.

The sky is crying and the people celebrate, the people get food when the sky cries, the people don’t die of thirst when the sky cries, no one cares about the sky, no one wonders what the sky feels, they just hear the cries and assume this is just what it does. They might be right, they are right… The curious want to know why the sky is crying, some think to have an explanation but this explanation doesn’t touch the soul, I am looking for what touches the soul. There has to be a meaning for this, this is how these things go if a I am not mistaken. But until then I will keep watching in wonder as the sky cries day in and day out…

By Nu Nazareth.