Elucidating Questions

The eyes of the sky

Hole punches in the clouds

The startling blue that isn’t even there.

An illusion caused by the sun.

Looking down on the land and oceans.

Is it a different colour now.

Did the sun change colours.

I don’t like mornings.

If what I did in dreams mattered I may be more than I am now

But does it even factor

My own mind.

I don’t have any other ways to go.

Keep trying to blow all the questions up until they have no answers.

Like a blanket

The sky has a face that only can be seen when it can’t be seen.

Inching closer to no destination.

If time was malleable I would make it rush in an instant

Right to when I never have to do this anymore.