Wandering its way across countless miles, the sky stretches from one end of the horizon to the other. Some days it is blue in the softest of ways and other days it is as black as the darkest of nights. Clouds come and go, varying in shape and images forced into being. A subtle breeze tosses the clouds about, easily changing their plight. The sun always rises and falls in an unobtainable distance changing the circumstances, but not solving any problems.
A grey hawk soars high in the sky, on the wind, upward it rides. A turbulent vortex of heat pushes against its body. Its eyes pierce the vastness of this place as it looks across the endless distance. Such a hawk is the closest thing to a heavenly angel on this earth. Such a hawk is above all of our afflictions.
The ground continually dances below my feet, small ridges cut deep as I stumble about in familiarity. Rocky cliffs line the way as my world burns a path for me to follow. The forest stands tall, nature screams in a symphony of life all around. Death is present as well, alone in silence it is known.
A creeping breeze blows at the back of my neck. It reminds me of a past that I have left behind. A violent storm blows towards me. It informs me of a future yet to be lived. The jealous sky bleeds into the clear blue bliss, hiding its dark secrets within the tricks of light that fall without a seconds worth of regret.
The seasons change in somber ways as the summer goes on without me and the bitter cold of winter cast its grip. The flowers all die a lonely death either though there are others close by in varying states of decay.
A nearby river pours in a violent rage. The air is thick with certain pain. Continually I struggle to breath. The closer to God I get the worse I feel. I have made many mistakes and I know that he above all won't forget. I will pay, the price undefined.
The jealous sky has led the way. It has shown me of what life is made. This all seems to be a game that we are all unwillingly playing. There of course will be winners and plenty of losers. A balance must always be struck. Wrong and right must be kept in check. I am afraid this is a fool's paradise and a man like me is one of the biggest fools of all.
The jealous sky is calling my name. I have always followed its voice. I am lost, so lost indeed. Here I will forever remain under the jealous sky. I am a fool, I always have been and I will always be as much. How could I ever allow myself to believe in such a thing as the colors the sky once conveyed.
I will follow the trails that unfolds before me. I will teeter-totter on the edge of the cliffs that line my way. I will dance with death in a realm of nonexistence. For I am no one in this place, in this most dire state. I will forever be lost here under a sky that has long since led me astray.
It is jealous of me and the hope I once believed. It has decided to take all that I have, because in this realm, such a jealous sky will not share with me.
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.
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