I am wearing sky colors today. A bit of blue
A bit of grey and a bit of both...
I wore this attire to celebrate sadness that wanted to get out of me but the moment I stepped out, the wind hit my face, I reach the epoch of sadness right then.
I ran, ran as fast as I could, and halted for a while.
The sadness melted away from my eyes and I resumed my walk, a normal, quiet walk.
I could feel the sky.
It's not sad completely
It's not calm completely either
Its a bit of both, accompanied with a dash of alone.
And that's when I understood, the prime truth, hidden in plain sight...
Being alone doesn't mean being lonely.
But sometimes, the sky is sad too.
Even like right now, it's crying. Sometimes I think the sky is pouring its love trying to drench us all and I'm game for it but other times exist where I think, believe that the Sky Cries For Someone.
I don't know who, or why, but I feel like my friend is sad and the sky cries to let their sadness go away, for the sadness to come up to me and tell me to take care of my friend.
And sometimes, I feel like the Sky cries for my sadness, instead of me. But it's not like it's not been shining for me and my happiness or it's not like it plays with me like my moods play with my emotions.
I think Sky and Me have a thing...😋
I THINK THE UNIVERSE AND I HAVE A THING... 😉🙃
Until later My Dear Reader,
Your Writer cum Ranter
Radha
R.K.
21.58
20.06.2020
