"Forgetting how beautiful the sky is" a small writing exercise :)

I forgot how beautiful the sky is. I didn’t even see the sky for some time. My eyes look down and all I see is the ground I’m grounding myself into, because my fear is to fly away. Though flying away doesn’t sound so bad anymore after remembering my problems. So after a long time, I looked up. I remembered how beautiful the sky is. Its little cotton balls, leftover from the big wool piles at the other end of the sky. I remember how the sky doesn’t have eyes to judge me, and that perhaps it surpasses the ground I’m grounding myself into. Now, I’d wish to fly away. Now, I’m grateful I forget. Even though my only greater fear than flying away is forgetting, I’m glad I once forgot. I’m glad that forgetting is over. Because the sky is beautiful. And the sky grounds me better than the ground. Wool and cotton is better than insects that are waiting to eat me once I’m deep enough into the ground. At least I’ll be able to sleep now.