Sky

the sky pulls at my eyes
like it is the magnet and
they are magnetized, insistent
and i can't resist it,
i don't even try.
to let the colors wash over
me, the gradient and cloud
patterns and the enormous
loveliness of everything-
i sink into it like a scented bath,
mentally sighing my no-words-for-this
feeling of
joyreliefhappinessbittersweetamazinghug
and let it fill me up.






I just love looking at the sky. It's something beautiful that I'll never get tired of.