The Journey

the morning sky was my savior i woke up with my soul aching nothing on my mind but what i lost i played my guitar on the back porch and looked straight up. the sound combined with the blue sky was soothing. I was at rock bottom and saw no way out i had no hope for myself then, suddenly all i could think was: the sky is soo big. has it always been this beautiful? why has it always been there? all the while i was too miserable to care when it was always here, above me holding me no matter what. that was the one thing that i had the soft blue sky to resurrect me each morning without fail

no matter what the sky was always my comfort. it gave me hope in my darkest hour, the hope that with no money or phone with no exposure and nobody who gave a shit about, the air mattress i was sleeping on or when i was hungry all of a sudden something was telling me that i could still be something. i felt in the sky there was somebody looking back at me. somebody that didn’t hate me the way i hated myself, somebody that admired me and looked at my pain as temporary. that somebody gave me the strength to keep going.