the sky [Theme] Page 4

What is envy? This is when a person renounces himself and lives the life of others. He envies people who are happy, from his point of view. An envious person is an empty and evil person. It smokes the sky in vain, robbing all living things of precious oxygen. But his mother probably dreamed that her son would grow up smart, kind, talented in one area or another... It’s unpleasant when you are faced with a lie. This weighs heavily on the soul.

Silence is my favorite...

“The cold wind... it’s changeable,” Theodore looked thoughtfully at the sky. - I can't promise anything. My today refutes my yesterday and does not guarantee my tomorrow.

Sea and sky - in one mirror!

The sun was just setting towards the horizon. You know what the sun looks like at the end of a hot August day, orange and somehow flattened, as if an invisible hand is pressing it from above and it is about to burst, like a blood-drunk mosquito, spilling the contents of its stomach across the entire horizon. In the east, where the sky had already darkened, thunder rumbled. But it never rained that night, only darkness enveloped the city like a thick, hot blanket.

thrown into the darkening pond.

Be inseparable from Him with your own soul and thoughts.

I don't need the sky if it doesn't have my favorite star.

smooth now not revealing ways.

Quietly the summer was leaving to return to us in a year.

They certainly would have polluted the sky!

Have a nice flight everyone!

The night did not want to end. She craved... More... And more... She accepted, absorbed... Greedily swallowed the impatient streams, opening up ever wider towards the elements, which seemed to be about to swallow her all... Subdue her to her will.. It will turn with water... But the sky was not hungry, it was seeking... The sky was looking for tactility... Contact.... , of an ephemeral structure... The sky was swallowed up, but it did not absorb... It dissolved... With every drop it acquired grace, with every cell... realizing that it would no longer be the same, because, no matter how hard you try, it is impossible to forget that a feeling of paradise that the infinite Mother Earth bestowed on his nerve endings (drops) ....

You will not meet at the market, you will not buy.