──✧ a breeze passes through . . .


. . . and the clouds say hello

°˖✧❖── a love letter to the sky ──❖✧˖°

It truly is so beautiful. Looking up is often a wonder on its own, the arrangement of clouds never the same.

There is nothing more freeing than even the idea of being up there, amongst the clouds. I find myself envious of the birds as they fly by. They take for granted their gift of flight, as I take for granted my prehensile hands.

I aspire to join you up there, even if you continue to greet me from where I stand.

I'm not a courageous man, nor a daredevil. There is no possibility of me being so bold or skilled as to pilot a plane. But I've been on one, and beheld the beauty of the great heights. The way there is intimidating, but once achieved, I simply cannot look away.

I was born a gemini sun, and an aquarius moon. I am born to be of the wind and sky, the stars have aligned for us.

One day I'll have my own wings. And when that day comes. . .

. . . won't you just hold me?



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°˖✧❖── gallery ──❖✧˖°

This is a gallery of the photos of the sky I've taken myself.

They are free to use.


Take me home.