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I look up at the sky. The day's blue laced with cotton clouds whose shapes change like a story being told. The night's black dotted with constellations which represent a vast and deep history of man. All still clinging to the unknown, of what is beyond the dome.

I like to look up at the sky and pretend that what is below it doesn't exist. Then my only worry is if heavenly hosts stare at me in offense. That my eyes may see that which is not to be professed. Perhaps its beauty is a test but that which I cannot atest.

I like to look up at the sky. Until the clouds turn grey. Until the gloom looms above my head and my eyes assaulted by drops of rain. When the silver lining is difficult to see and all I can do is seek shelter from the thing that gives me peace.

I like to look up at the sky. Until the darkened clouds block the moon and all I see is sea of black. When there are no dots of light and all that exists is a malevolent night.

I learn not to trust the sky. The ever-changing, at a blink of an eye. I cannot depend on clouds that grey or stars that dont twinkle when clouds array.

I learn to look down to the earth, to breathe in the dust the clouds in the dirt. To understand that a change on the ground is within reason and can be explained than the sky at ease.

I learn to look down to the earth. To see the trees that sway in the wind and find comfort in the permanence. That the buildings and poles will be there when my eyes open and close.

I hate the difference between the earth and the sky. The comfort of looking up even when I know that I cannot depend on the stars that hide behind the clouds that change. The comfort of being rooted in the ground even when the permanence can be fleeting and the adamance of the earth too retreating.

I like to look up at the sky but to stay rooted in the earth as well. One cannot exist without the other because change and permanence are like one and another.

I find peace in the sky I cannot control.

I find strength in the earth I cannot change.