A friend once told me "You must be Princess Lorana". For those of you not familiar with the reference princess Lorana is an "alien" in a sense or at least someone from far away who controls the weather with her emotions.
Its gloomy outside.
I love the rain. I absolutely Love it. But today for some reason,
I feel more connected with the sky than I ever have in the past.
Dark grey clouds billow above my head, Swirling and full of motion.
Its beautiful. Talk about 50 shades of grey,
Some spots darker than others, almost bruise like.
I feel you sky. I feel you.
People take you and your beauty for granted.
People look at what you're "giving" them and curse at you.
You don't provide enough shade, when it's hot.
You don't rain enough, plants are dying.
You rain too much, kids cant go outside and play.
Those same plants are drowning.
You're clear, you're cloudy, you're partial, bright and dreary.
People have expectations of you sky. You cant make everyone happy.
No matter what you do someone will be upset.
I feel you sky. I feel you.
There is too much wind sky, I cant breathe.
There isn't enough wind sky, I really cant breathe.
There is nothing else quite like you sky.
You need to change,
You and your un-perfectness are to deep for just anyone to understand.
The pollution people omit that you absorb
The hole you now have, caused by the damage
It's almost too late for repair.
I feel you sky. I feel you.
People paint you in a different light
No matter how bright your sunset is
No matter how wide your sights are set
You should do this, you should do that,
you're good, you're terrible, you're amazing, you're not right
how does it feel to never just be enough?
All I can say is
I feel you sky. I feel you.
