The clouds are always steadily moving by, staring at us from afar but what if the clouds we see are just the monsters we wish to see. I have seen the clouds and their ability to become what we want to see but what others cant imagine. I just want to see the sky again without these lens, want to see the sky for what it is not what it can be. The sky is keeping us alive and down but how can this be? It is because we always set our limits towards the sky, its vast openness with hints of blue. I don't want to be under this same sky whether it'd be night or day, for all of eternity.... I wish to set my limits elsewhere or not at all. The sky will soon be a memory of the past and hopefully not a limit that everyone depends on.
