Why are the skies so blue there?

Sometimes i wish my mind doesn't stray into grey areas.
areas i don't have an answer for.
i hate datelines.
i hate racking up decomposing leaves and finding pretty veins and yet these skeltons are so fragile.
way too fragile.


i hate oral path.
its driving me up the wall.
i hate uncertainties.
or rather i hate waiting.
why oh why.

i want everything planned out prettily.
i want the wind against my face
i want the sea in front of me
i want the mountains behind me
i want to be in sydney.