Wanders

Sometimes I look up at the sky and it feels like I'm under the sea. The clouds resembles the waves. It's cold. The movement of the clouds shook me like I've been hit by the waves. The thick and gloominess of the sky reminds me of a storm that is coming. The glimpse of light that broke through the clouds reminds of a lighthouse. Lighting up the way for every ships that goes by.

Like Ariel, sometimes I wonder what's up there?

Maybe, to the heavenly people, we're all just like a bunch of fishes in the sea.