Is there someone?

Is someone still looking at me?

If I am not blue nor yellow,

If I am not a mesmerizing view,

Is there still someone admiring my hue?

Is someone still taking pictures?

If I am not 'instragamable'

Nor a worthy picture at your wall

Or at least a space in someone's gallery.

Are you frightened if I look like storm?

When darkness start to embrace me,

And gray consumed the light around,

Do you still feel safe and sound?

I may not be pink, orange, or red,

I understand if you see me as dead,

Tho I hope, someone is still looking,

Even those who are just sulking.

Words and photo by curiouscat

When I say I love sky, this is what I meant. Even the darkest version of it is a beautiful sight to me.

Love you sky! You always calm me regardless of your state 💛✨