Sitting in the sky looking out onto crazy zig zag patterns of fields that fit together on the surface of the earth, like a Piet Mondrian painting in shades of deep forest green, sap and tan with charcoal lines cutting each compartment.(EUROPE)
In some parts large patches of intense forest green appear like dark shadowy imprints, cotton wool clouds below make faces at me, a dog, a cartoon character, hah! even a dragon all stand aligned as if ready for battle. Over them loom flat grey clouds, signaling doom.
Yet I am flying leaving the darkness behind, heading towards the sun that kindles the sky. I sit consumed by a blinding white, high up far away from the bubble that I exist in.Through a new lens comes a refreshing perspective, I see changing patterns on the silken carpet, unfold below me. Diversity, a macro perspective that may wake the blinded monsters, who cant see beyond their artificial glass boxes
When will the suffocating cube shatter to let in fresh air and light that shall pierce their eyes till they hurt and a universal intoxicating scent, that will make them come alive. Who knows while fingering the shining shattered bits they shall value what one beholds, while atop a secluded mountain, looking out onto an endless ocean-sky!