Evenings often have a certain exaggeration of emotions. Having a slight uplift or a notable stifle can be interpreted and labeled as a normality. But sometimes, normality isn't the outcome instead a deep, extensive and profound feeling of loss, defeat, regret or at times - relatability.
These emotions are often correlated with the visualization of sky residing above us, though it's highly individual factor and vary from person to person. Be it clouds, either your life has been covered under great sorrow where no ray of joy could possibly reach you or you're so blessed under the velvet of love no shine of sorrow seems to touch you in anyway. But what to expect if one's self seems to be detached from within? A scattered persona, parallel to a scattered sky.
Relating to the oneness, admiring the light, powering through sun, having a mild touch of every emotion. Feeling the flow of a lake, hearing the babble of an ocean, feeling the wind whistling through trees, creating music with instruments that don't exist yet, smiling at the gain, dying on the loss- all this while standing on a bald ground. Looking at the sky has always been complicated to people who endure, either Vincent or Winslow. Where it has been a mere cover of existence for people- to some it has been a source of communication, a visual connection, a canvas and a piece of art. Through its different dramatic changes, it holds ones breath. A little shy in pink, a little intimate in purple, an ample peace in blue and a mess in clouds! Sky is nevertheless a channel of expressions, explaining and roaring how complex humans can be. How uncertain their behaviors can be, how quickly they change and how well they play with colors. So yes, seeing the sky today was a visual representation of how I believe my usual state of mind is...
All windy, undefined, scattered BUT YET beautiful, stable, peaceful
A colourful write-up expressing the scattered thoughts and diverse feelings of the writer in plain and intimate pattern.
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