Worldly heaven

When i feel hate filling my heart , when i taste fear and when i become an aimless person , i go to my balcony automatically , i talk to myself , sometimes i record , so that i can analyze myself and recognize my words and how i say them , in a low voice or in a high pitch , quietly or angrily , it seems like a strange deed , but it comforts me somehow , i specifically look above , look at the pure clouds being hugged by the beautiful sky , and the sky darkening itself so that she can show us the stars' beauty , and the moon , the most beautiful guest that comes every night , sometimes moon doesn't come, but maybe he had a fight with sun the previous day , and sun refused to give him her light , maybe sun is jealous , because moon has a lot of fans , more than the sun , let's not interfere in their private fights , and rain , our decent gift from the most beneficial , that comes in hard times , the times when everything is going to die , to be pale and yellow , our souls and plants need rain , so he comes , not everyday , but we're grateful that he comes in this hideous world , we must also thank clouds , let's not forget about thunder and lightening , people see that they're terrifying , but no they're not , and even if they're , are there any terrifying things in this world that give us gift? , are there? , absolutely not ,they give us rain. and birds , god's beautiful creatures , flying without holding anything, freely , living to die and dying to live , and stars , we don't feel empathy for them , but we should , although they're died , they are sending us light, physics and stuff , light takes years to reach earth , so when it reaches , after million years maybe , the star might be died , and we still look at them joyfully and they're died , oh my god , we're so evil , but it makes me happy , the thought of giving even after death ,beautiful thought in an ugly world , i didn't hear about anyone who still gives after his death , except Alfred Nobel but after his big mistake that will not be forgiven , but stars don't make mistakes , they are beautiful , and sky , the beautiful flying house , that is open for everyone who is homeless , she's not loud , her beauty in her silence , what i love the most about sky , that she holds beauty for her spectators , even if those spectators aren't beautiful , she gives but doesn't wait to gain. Everything above is in harmony, a beautiful one wish we can learn something from them , wish we can..