Skies that heal

I’m sure we have all faced this day. 

There are days when my head’s a complete mess. I’m cladded in some confused envelope. People talk to me, I just hear and what I usually do is LISTEN. An emotional outburst is a next consequence, might be anger or a tear.

Basically “messed up’’ is the phrase and this phrase is super claustrophobic. It’s not that there is no single reason for this phase, its just that it’s a footprint of so many reasons, so it's unimaginable and preposterous to point out at ONE.

But……

There’s always an answer to hammer life’s pressure.

Clouds.

My most favourite; a beautiful element of this world. They just calm my mind.

All kinds of skies.

Blue ones remind me to clutch calmness and tranquility crackles.

Orange ones give me strength and seem to scream “you are worth what you dream”

Black ones. The most beautiful; thick black clouds which looks like it has been smeared with ash. These black clouds give me this unending satisfaction cause I feel that these dark moving clouds are carrying away all the pain that I had piled up and as I stare at this slow drive of clouds, I smile till and after they taste the horizon...

Clouds are magic. It’s more like an enticing painting that I could stare all my life and never stultify.

There are so many instances when I feel lonely even among a hundred heads and I tell myself “I don’t belong here” ~that awkward feeling of being alienated ~the terrible feeling of being broken and harassed inside.

You know what I do at such times?

Just look up; at the sky

The roof of unrefined, real clouds makes me feel at home.{Trust me, it feels more like home than home}

Clouds really have magic.

Thus the title of this piece; skies that heal.