I see the horizon being the darkest blue it ever was.
Floating and looking up, covering my eyes, as if it was prohibited.
And now currents of regret and fear carry me to the other side of the Sun.
Trying to figure out.
My hands turn transparent. I'm gazing at the stars, naming one after another. Giving the same hearwarming name.
Maybe I'm not enough for who I am?
Please Just tell me you're alright. Are you on a way to the clouds? I love you