Reflection Of Skies

Standing on the ground, 

When looking into the profoundness the sky offers it's not just the stars or the disfigured moving clouds that come to mind, 

But a trail of all moments that made us regret our very existence of ours, 

The heartbreaks, the days of mourning, 

All were talked out and when the clouds felt too heavy with the weight of the pain we shared they vent it out at times with thunderstorms showing the anger and other times just drizzles showing ignorance.

Just as that of our eyes.