Thanks to National Geographic for the photograph.
My minds eye is bright blue skies surrounded by a piercing darkness.
Should I attempt to reach out and struggle eternally with that emptiness just to pull from it clouds in the shape of memories long past? At times I may only pull wisps that leave me wishing I had not delved into that darkness; not searched for that something more. But that I should have contented in the static, even blue.
Is the fight worth those wisps with which I plead to stay but forever slip from my fingers back into the boundless black?
Ah! but those shapes that hold the faces of the dearest in my heart. Those memories of wisps even for a glimpse hold tight and as they slip say goodbye in the hopes to say hello one day…
one day wisps will stay
and my despair will be illuminated
of blue and white.