i found it pretty
the sky, that changed during the day.
the bright sky
that also had the capacity to turn into the vast dark sky,
illuminated by the moon and the stars.
and in between as the sun hid its face, and then came back again.
every bit of it, do you understand? Its perfect.
do you believe in me?
i know you find the time i spend looking at the sky ridiculous, but that’s only because you don’t know how it feels to stare point blank into those eyes with fire and ice.
do you know how fire and ice feel?
the same.
but they are radically different  
isn’t that insane.
you’re insane, you would say.
and i would respond,
and i don’t have too,
because you have looked into my eyes.

isn’t she pretty?
the sun and moon.
clouds and starts.
the rain that can happen in the beginning and end.
the setting nd rising.
isn’t she pretty?
sky during the day and night.
and everything that happened in between.
and everything that happened below it.
don’t mind that however.
just look into her eyes of fire and ice.
do you know how fire and ice feel?
the same.