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.