Why is it that whenever I look up at the sky I feel love?
Just pure and liberated love.
Happiness that we used to feel when we were kids. That innocent bliss like we just got our favorite candy.
How can the sky remind me of all I want and all I had?
It feels like love.
Builds up a heavy feeling in my gut, like I just fell in love.
How can something so far make me feel so complete?
The wind in my hair whispering secrets I never though.
Making me feel like I was me again.
All I wanted to say but couldn’t is now with the wind.
I have no regrets, but just a “how”.
How could I confide so easily in the wind?
How could it be my confidante?
Maybe I’ll never know.
But I do know that I feel at home.
Away from all the chaos.
My safe place, in this messed up world.
Sky is my home, but so are you.
You made me feel wanted.
I don’t know how.
I believed you.
I don’t know why.
Was it right? Was it wrong?
No clue.
But I feel safe with you.
You float around in my thoughts like clouds in the sky.
You exist for me.
I don’t know why.
I don’t know who you are but I do know that you exist.
You may be in another universe, but you are still a part of mine.
My home.

Aashna Vidyarthi