The Sky Chaser


I went to town by bus today. I secretly like bus rides, the old school buses with windows pushed down. I like to feel the wind against my face. It makes me think of the times when my grandpa used to bring me for rides on his motorcycle.

So today, I sat on my favourite spot, by the window...

Wind against my face, I looked at the sky. It was blue and clear with some white fluffy clouds... the way I like it.

The sky, I like the sky. It comforts and assures me when I can't find peace within myself.

I looked at the sky throughout the ride. The sky fascinates me. There is no ending to it... you can never find an end point looking at it. Its vague horizon beyond us...

As I gaze, I thought in silence... The sky is so big, vague, limitless, and beautiful. It's dreamlike gazing at this big vague space above my head. I felt like I have a lot in me, I feel this ample of space allowing me to do what I want...

It feels like the sky is always with me that same spot I was looking at, the sky is following me, chasing me, as I move. That is of course naive. I knew that the sky wasn't chasing me. Instead, I'm chasing it... Chasing it with my gaze. Like how we chase our dreams...

Then I looked at the ground, the plants were dead, burned.

The sky, where dreams live. The ground? That's where reality is.

But I'm the sky chaser.