I believe the answers are up there, I think. Or, like, in a good book or a good song, but even then those are often inspired by sunny/rainy/starry days/nights, in my opinion.
I don’t know.
Sometimes when I try to pretend I’m important, when I’m tired of not being known the way I wish I was, I look up to the sky and I go “AHHHHHHHHHH!” (in my head because I have neighbours! i am NOT crazy!) and there might not be anyone up there, but I feel heard for a second, I guess. It’s just so pretty, too. I like that. With the clouds. With the stars. The little planes, too. I just wish people looked up a little more, I guess.
