I'm walking
The blue sky is cloudless, showing its endless expands.
The clouds are blown away, no longer hiding anything it my hold.
I so envy the sky and its power to show its whole, mysterious self.
I will never have this courage or power, I feel so small and worhtless under the sky's brilliance.
Maybe someday I will be able to gaze at the sky and feel whole, be able to realize we have something in common.
I wish that someday, someone will open my eyes to what I can't begin to comprehend and show me that this life has at least a glimmer of truth.
I see the sky, far above me.
When will I be able to look at it and feel whole?