I walk quietly under the azure sky The white cotton clouds holding dreams of promise. Transforming with each passing whisper of time

I pause, mesmerized by the illusion, As the clouds darken, twisting into something sinister Foretelling of the maelstrom to come.

The sky fractures in grief, As the gods weep a river of sadness Obscuring dreams, flooded with regret

If only I had grasped the possibility of the past To create the hope of the future

The sky is cracking Like my lips when I smile Shatters of great blue Fall by the mile Reality shudders and breaks away too Reality shudders as it shatters too

When I wake, The grainy static that sits overtop my thoughts delays momentarily Blinking the sleep out, I struggle to contemplate over the scenes that played out in the night before they leave me completely, Failed, so I get ready and walk out, Hands in my pockets the grain seeps back in, Nodding back and forth as the sleep tries to overtake, a flash breaks through, the world as if looking through a broken mirror, reflections paste themselves onto my pupils as I frantically grab grab my face to make sure it’s there, the longer I stare, the more the world seems to flare up into fantastical scenes, seemingly out of dreams, Oh, My eyes open and there the sky is, still in one vast piece, I get up and dust my clothes off, and I continue my walk

Within the vast expanse of brilliant blue, Jagged fractures spread, Through smudges of golden white, As if the heavens hold a razor blade, Slicing through the sky with great precision.

Each fissure, each crack, A painful gaping wound, Bleeding beams of light in golden rays, Beautiful scars upon the skin of blue, Where sun rays, like prying fingers, Desperately push their way through.

Obliterated clouds litter the Earth, Falling from the sky, like confetti, Each shard, a silent wave, A white flag of surrender.

The azure flesh, ruptured and torn, Yet so boldly vibrant and magnificent, Reveals the silver linings of its own lament. A mosaic of pain and perfection, Each ray of light, a hope embraced.

And in this grand display of broken beauty, The sky tells a tale, tattered and triumphant, For every wound inflicted by the day's harsh blade, Is met with a resilience, in heavenly beams.

So let the sky weep its golden tears, For even in sorrow, hope shall resurface, A canvas vast, with wounds so bright, Barren scars, adorned in Golden halos.

I always thought the sky was breathtaking But I never thought it could look like this

The endless blue dome shattering into millions of shards right above me

When I was young and foolish, I was told the atmosphere was made of gasses

But as pieces of sky crash down like glass shards, I can see that’s not the truth

How can I be expected to stay strong and live through this pain

When even the mighty sky is breaking under the pressure?

Wading freely, rapt in the spend of magic, where now only the shallows of the heart flow beneath. Where shadows play..drawn by the careful shape of an eye.

Seeing, where light shines no longer Beating, the heart which bled asunder Believing, that love still stirs hidden in a dream. With each scene spun silken and true.

I was on my way When the sky started to crack That weird chick was right

“Okay, so it was barely there,” I shrug and give a nervous laugh. “It was seriously just my eyes. Right? Right. Stuff like that doesn’t happen, Miguel.”

Miguel sips his lukewarm coffee and shrugs as stiffly as I. “There have been reports of the sky glitching. Just as there have been UFO reports, Big Foot and Yeti. Shit, even the talking, walking, transforming werewolves.”

I stare for while and blink hard, finally giving in to my ego, or else my eyeballs might fall out from their dry eye sockets and roll across the café table towards the clueless Miguel.

“And so you don’t believe me?” “Well no. You’re crazy.” “I’m the crazy one?” “Yes, you are.”

I shake my head as if I could shake the memory away. Yesterday, the perfectly blue sky glitched. Just a small, minor glitch. Like a confused computer. I swear, I’m not crazy! I was staring at a dinosaur shaped cloud when it happened! The dino cloud seemingly backed up in the sky, then shot forward before repeating the same glitch. Then, it froze! Just one portion of the sky!

Needless to say, I mimicked it. Freezing in the middle of the busy street in New York, with a briefcase in my left hand and a Starbucks latte in my right. A rude choir of honks rose behind me like an angry church as I stared in disbelief.

“And now we’re here!“ I say, retelling the story for the hundredth time to Miguel, again, who still say completely unfazed.

Okay, okay… so it’s safe to say that this isn’t my first episode. Once I thought I saw a vampire. But it was just a couple making out. And once I thought I saw a dragon in the sky, but it was just an airplane with the banner on the back wishing someone a happy birthday.

And there was the witch in the sky, which was really just a pair of shoes dangling from an electricity line by their bound laces. Then there was the dinosaur when we visited a foreign island, which was really just one of those super big lizards with the snaky tongue.

But that’s beside the point. This was real and I know it. I’m telling you, I really saw it!

“Miguel? You don’t believe me?” “Nope, I do not,” he straightens his tie. “I’ll prove it,” I say, standing.

Little did I know, that after work, while I was sitting in front of my home computer, organizing groups of people to tell their experiences and show their videos, that I would be arrested and charged with violating the US. GP572. Turns out I was right, and the government didn’t like what I was doing.

What are they hiding from us? Why was their a glitch? Where are we all really? Is this just about control?

Different levels, entrance to exist. Chaos is a matter of perception and persist…

A shifted moment of focus in the stars is changing the world; subtitle me Mars. Yet, I'm more terrified by this blank beneath my skin. The darkness that creeps along my grin. Consumed with rage, consumed by hell. The little starry scars that try to erase me, within my rotten shell...

Behind those clouds is where I’ll be, when dead worlds come to eat the seas...

The Devil’s door is opening…

-HMG

Head in the clouds Feet on the ground Plodding slowly towards reality But above, above, so far above Lies the infinite Fire woven In the gold of morning A sea of clouds Lined in silver but made of blood