Parallel

"Look at the clouds. See the part where the shade's darker? It's like a reflection of that above."
The clouds made me feel so near to the sky. Like if I reached out my hand and stretched a little I would touch heaven. On the far right, I see a trail of lights glimmering. Traced them and found a kite at the end of the invisible thread. So that was how you flew a kite when the sky's no longer bright. Unafraid that it'll lose its way because you believe the lights will guide you. So you give your best and let the kite go far. Watch it soar and rise, tasting a little of peace when it gets to breathe above everything else. You can look away for a second but you hold onto the thread in your hands. When you look again, follow the lights and there your kite is. It's like freedom, when people put their trust in each other. You don't hold it tightly to your side all the time because then it'd never get to see what the other side under the sky is like. What you have in your hands is enough for you to believe that the connection is safely present. The lights will guide you if it loses its direction or falls along the way. Such a subtle expression in what a tangible activity. It speaks of an aspect of love that I've yet come to terms with.