How I can write away with thee
How I can write extraordinarily
Will I hit my goals
Will hearts be stitched
Fill a void
Whose heart will I hold?
Mind forever fold
Mediocre be bold
We wonder up above the sky, yelling “what kind of blue are you?” Staring beyond the universe questioning how stars could shine so bright. Variations of yellow and oranges we come to label as the sunrise and sunsets, and the sprinkles from the heavyhearted clouds telling us that they too need release. The polychromatic rainbow curve just above the clouds and its reflection bouncing back to the earth, scientists has come to label as prisms. These are all the beauty of the universe. Beauty nature has given us since the world began.
However, these beautiful creatures above our heads could also be a beautiful disaster. Disasters so beautiful, even death itself are approached by aimless souls. This motherly nature turns her back to us, and we are swept by calamities. We are blindsided by its beauty, or maybe… just maybe… we did the heavens wrong or mother nature in this case. So we are doomed for destruction. The once beautiful sunshine is now covered up with thick dark clouds as it precipitates above us. Lightning and thunder flashes and rumbles, shaking our faiths as we cry for dear help.
The fascination on how such beauty can become horrid is absolutely existent. We stare at the innocent clouds one day and we question its very purpose asking, “Are you here to hold up the sky or are you just waiting for everything to explode from your bottled up fluff?”
– jasminedelacerna ❤