If this is all there is—
What is this aching in my soul that draws me to the sky?
Is it an empty promise?
A forgotten dream?
No.
The sky is so crisp today I think I could reach out and dip my fingers in it.
The taste of breathed clouds lingers on my tongue, inviting me, offering a pale blue promise that won’t fall with empires.
I have no choice but to follow.