How in love I am with life to see the magenta magpie sky.
Do we speak to the skies and ask for help because they seem so boundless?
So freeing?
So unreachable
and up there
that we ought to just try to connect to it?
I don’t know about you, but lately
I feel like the ground and the netherworld are my best friends.
I think
I’d rather burrow in comfort than traipse on clouds today.
Side note: can you believe that the skies actually look like that with no filter/whatsoever?! I’m glad the morning woke me up to show its beautiful face to me that day.