The Art of Looking Up.

I try to make a point to look up at the sky as much as I can. As busy as life is these days, it can be difficult to get a good daydream going, but I make an attempt to try and stop....and stare up. In these moments I am able to escape from the confines of my daily grind as I lose myself in the freedom of the sky. I sometimes wish I were up there--- looking down here, instead of the other way around. I've always thought of myself as a monitor, sort of playing the observer more than the participant. The sky would be the spot for me. The bird's-eye view. So I wishfully look up. The existence of otherworldly life; other "beings" observing us-- is a fascinating realm of thought that is easy to get lost in. I want to experience life from up there.... I've wanted to since I began reading as a child. I don't want any drugs, I want the real thing damnit. So I look up because its all I can do. Maybe I'll see something... maybe they'll take me. scary? perhaps :p