the sky~
a limitless,
as far as the eye can see
potential of vastness,
that dares me to dream
and fly,
in the inspiration of how wide
and great,
time,
is nothing
to the witness of the cloudy white,
and sometimes grey,
always immense,
oracle of space
but weightless too,
i fumble through the daydream hybrid
captivated and boyish,
like romance is a feeling
and love is it's voice
thinking of you,
next to me,
watching the sky,
and nothing much matters
just you and i~
i can't imagine that anything else would matter at that moment.
daydreaming as well-
me