The sky was different,every single day... that is, for me at least.
People tend to not understand, not grasp the fact the the sky above them, just like the moon has phases too.
We humans has them too.
I take photos, a lot of them and they asked me 'why, they look all the same..'
I pity them for they'll never understand that every sky carries different emotions, raw feelings and untold stories carried for one whole day of surviving.
Just like today, the sky was gloomy but prettier. Not the prettiest though.
Today, I felt greedy, lonely, happy but never contented. Not yet.
Today, I thought about new places, new faces, possibilities and chances.
I was more sentimental than I was under yesterday's sky and that difference is what each photo of the glorious mantle above carries.
Thoughts, dreams, even regrets...secrets exchanged between the sky and me.
So I take more photos and store them, like an invisible letter I can only read and feel...all at the same time.