Dark blanket above sets in the sky.
Tip-toeing slowly; the itchy algid feeling at my feet.
Transition to a chilled texture;
granular pieces fill the empty holes like past happenings in your memory.
Peer up at the vast perplexity forever in my mind--
salt speckled sky behind a backdrop of mystery

Each gleaming story represents a different emotion:
de-blanket the beauty, bare the truth.
I ask, what is the truth?

Peering up, almighty Apollo observing the inquisitive mind I possess.
The marvel above embraced by observers below--
controversial thoughts.