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?