Vision of the sky

It was an ordinary day.
It was an ordinary morning.
I've dressed up.
I've ate breakfast.
I've prepared myself for school.
I've finally stepped outside and ran.

Then I saw it.

The sky began falling.
The sky was falling down.
The sky was about to hit the ground.

The sky stopped falling.

Someone caught the sky.
The sky was caught by someone.

The sky kept floating in its great height.

The sun shining from behind.
The clouds decorating from front.

The sky won't fall.


Why won't the sky fall?
Because it doesn't make sense for the sky to fall.

But, I've really seen the sky fall.

Maybe in your dreams.
Maybe in your dreams the sky had fallen.
Maybe in your dreams the sky isn't the sky.

How could the sky not be the sky?

The sky could be placeholder for something.

Like for what?

For someone.

Like for someone who caught the sky?

Someone caught the sky?

The sky stopped falling, someone must have stopped it.

Maybe it wasn't falling in the first place.


What would you do if you were the sky?

Would you fall?
Would you fail?
Would keep floating?
Would you wish to fall?

What would you do if you seen the sky fall?

Would you try to hold it up?
Would you give up?
Would you fall with it?
Would you wish for the sky to disappear?

What would you do if you seen yourself fall?

And once the thunder comes, would you see the sky?
And once the rain comes, would you remember the sun?

And once the sky falls, would you remember?

Would the sky want to curse you?
Would the sky finally be free?

So can the sky fall?