Another Unfinished piece

I thought I had known the essence of life

I had lived a life of blue skies and beautiful stars

I had written lame stories about the constellations

I had depicted outlines of blue on every wall

I had lived every day to perfection as I knew it

I had rubbed the edges of the tiny crescent

And every time I felt the heavens pour

I watched the river flow faster

I saw the birds fly away beyond the clouds

I watched the early afternoon turn dark

I smiled at the mere notion of the darkness

I was happy throughout the seasons

I attained happiness through rare illusions

I celebrated having the ability to live