"Tell me, what color is the sky up there?" This was a question that bothered me for days, weeks, years. I never really understood the meaning of it. But the thing is, every time I'm up there- In the clouds, soaring through the skies as the sun's rays reflect on the glass of my cockpit. I just can't help but feel uneasy knowing that at any moment, the color of the skies could change. But that didn't stop me from flying. Probably because of the fact that our country is at war and I had to fight for it. I just hope that after all this mess, all of us would be able to go have and live happy lives with their loved ones. As for me? Well... I have my girlfriend waiting for me back at home. I hope she isn't too worried. I don't want to let her down. Now that drama is aside, what color is the skies every time I see it? To be honest, all I see is a vast, endless blue void capable of bringing both fear and enchantment at the same time. Fear of what might happen the moment you're in that endless fall, or the enchantment that that endless fall brings.
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