#woolgazing

the ever bleeding heart of mine, yearns to watch the sky, like trees, swaying, praying and gazing up above and beyond, for so long as if its forever, for as long as the world will permit that moment to continue and persevere, where there is no clock to tell the time did exist, only clouds sway, move and tease as if they are dancing with the rhythm of the trees, shrub, grass and entities under them, like calm of the sea reflected in the sky, like the forever blue with white spots of cloud as waves,.....if only forever exist beyond boundaries of what ifs...