Through my clouded vision
I gazed at the sky,
Devoid of the company of the stars.
Sure it was limitless and infinite
But it connoted lonesomeness in disguise.
It reminded me of the empty canvas,
Which was denied the amity of the droplets of the splashed paint.
And somewhere in between the whirlwind of thoughts, I found the similarity between me and the sky. We both felt empty...