Blink.

I held a blue sky in my hand one time. Oh, how the clouds would tickle the tips of my tiny fingers. The air was crisp as it escaped my grasp. I thought I could hold on forever, but forever was just an instant. Before that instant was up, it gripped onto me, as if I was the one for it all along. That grip was really what pushed me. To release. Like a muscle releases when pressure has been applied for far too long. Funny, how an instant can turn into forever at the blink of an eye. When that beautiful heaven, that is the sky, was free... it exploded into a thousand pieces. Raining onto me. To cleanse my soul. For I shall dance in this rain, and praise that which was never mine. Distance is just an illusion. For we will always be touching in one way or another. You, that which is beauty, shall transform constantly. Myself, as well.