Staring off the Rooftop

As I stare off the rooftop, the wind fluttering my hair and permitting my imagination fly, I take in the colors of the sky. The rooftop, so free from the walls that constantly surround our lives, letting the colors penetrate its surroundings. Looking farther and farther away from the reality that envelopes me, looking at the lives of the people who seem so distant, so unreal in my eyes... Will we ever reach what we seek? Is there really enough hope, enough desire and strength, to reach that goal? Slowly cutting the air and sitting on the floor, watching the world develop in front of me like a movie. No longer do I find myself the center of the film, now merely an observer that smiles and cries as the events unfold. Lying down softly and slowly onto the floor on the rooftop, feeling the wind tinkle the soft pores of my skin, I stare up and ahead to infinity, to a place that one may only picture in dreams. The sky hides many wonders, now tainted with the colors of orange red and pink, decorating itself and demonstrating the end of the afternoon... Heh.. So many random thoughts.. But what can I say, these are only mere meditations coming from staring off a Rooftop..