5. Old Friend

The sky, those cold blue iron bars, they hold be in, and yet; I cannot help but feel that shiver, the dread, when I look into its eyes. Even then, in the fear is love. The blue to the red to the infinite ink, such a transformation inspires even me. The dazzle of the ancient glitter which dots this abyss tantalizes me, and the light of my soul shines through the scars as I stare. The cold embrace of the unending 'above', I find it so warm and comforting; I cry in its arms and I smile in its eyes. Oh, how I love to be truly alone with the sky.

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This one was hard to title, but I think 'Old Friend' is fitting. I really like this one. It feels oddly personal even though it's written for something that isn't really alive, no matter how alive it feels sometimes.