sky

the red yard which stretches between love and hate is thin

so thin it can break easy and fix easy all at once, and sometimes the feeling of sadness and happiness drowns both love and hate in a strange spiraling collapse,

not  like a taped vase collapsing into itself, but a bird greeting the ground in its last moments of flight it is sad yet beautiful all at once. and it mentions to the sky how much it will miss it and how much it will miss it back. How fast the wind felt and how close they were. What the bird wants to say is that it will miss the sky with its wind and clouds and small imperfections. It will miss the vastness and the warmth of its arms holding him up in the flight. The bird will miss it and he wants to say this most but all that comes out are gasps of a yellowed beak from the wrong bite of a fruit he wasn't supposed to eat. But the sky doesn't know, it wont know till it looks for the bird, when the sky needs the bird it will be find that he is gone. And the sky will search, desperately making the wind harsher, tumbling over leaves and snow in the search and it will find nothing, nothing but an empty sky. So the sky will be empty ,empty of the bird that filled its vastness, that added the warmth and movement of the world in it's eyes. what will the sky do now?