The meanings of sky

The most meaningless of things happen everyday. It makes you sigh and wonder where your time is going. People are good and nice, sure, but more and more I long to take a little boat out to the lake on a sunny day and stare at the sky which has outblued itself today. I want to think of words to tell you how it looks. It's like the blue glass stones that bead cheap hookahs, like blue topaz in earrings caught in the sun, like a deep pool of blue chemical noxiousness, like a tunnel reaching away into space. I lie here by the window and I feel like gravity will reverse itself and I'm going to fall upwards into that sea of atmosphere. It's easy to believe.