sobota, 1 sierpnia 2020

Skygazing

Have you looked at the sky? Just really looked. Not at the moon, not at the stars, not at the Jupiter or Saturn, not at the clouds. At the sky.

How does that feel? How does it feel to gaze at the vast sea of blue, gray or black?

Does it gaze back? Does it burn? Does it feel better to look at it or close your eyes? Was it so bright and uniform it felt like losing your sight or so dark it seemed deep and endless and you were like a speck of dust just hanging there, having no way to change anything? Does it feel like falling?

Was it beautiful or monstrous? Or maybe like both at once like a beautiful shrimp that can cook you alive when just moving its claws?

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