Feel

Why is the sky so high?

My eyes look up and see the blues. Sometimes a shade of white covers it, sometimes a shade of dark grey. On special ocassion, it is in different shades of orange, red and yellow.

I wonder what put it there? I mean the blues. Apparently no science could explain it except to explain that it exists. The worst thing about it is I cannot touch it.

A world without pain is a world that has lost its bearing. I will not be able to know the direction I'm going. The pain directs the path and forces me to move in a different direction.

I am grateful that I know pain. It is how much of it I want to take on.

The most puzzling thing is if every direction is of equal pain, which direction do I take?

My eyes see the blues and I reach out to it. It is the most painless option because it can never be touched. But it is the choice that I can never touch the blues.

Why do I still want it? I want to feel.