{"id":451,"date":"2025-04-04T15:09:33","date_gmt":"2025-04-04T15:09:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/illiteratures.com\/?p=451"},"modified":"2025-04-04T15:09:34","modified_gmt":"2025-04-04T15:09:34","slug":"the-sky-reminds-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/illiteratures.com\/index.php\/2025\/04\/04\/the-sky-reminds-me\/","title":{"rendered":"The Sky Reminds Me"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>The sky reminds me that there is more.<br>There is always more.<br>I am not sure what more there could possibly be,<br>But then again, I have no real imagination.<br>I see the days moving slowly,<br>And yet quickly, all at once.<br>Perhaps it&#8217;s my obsession with my lack of legacy,<br>Or the endless requirements<br>That repeat each day<br>And waste away mysteriously behind me.<br>I can&#8217;t reach what&#8217;s behind me;<br>Too much is blocking me.<br>Most of it is me.<br>I am waiting for more than this.<br>But until more arrives,<br>I must settle for this:<br>A frozen stream of water beneath the sky,<br>Still and unmoving,<br>A haunting reminder<br>That this is it\u2014<br>All I have is what surrounds me.<br>Not what is above, or below, or behind,<br>But what is now.<br>This moment.<br>From now on, I must accept<br>That the sky is my enemy.<br>And I hope, I truly hope,<br>That I can get through the next minutes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The sky reminds me that there is more.There is always more.I am not sure what more there could possibly be,But then again, I have no real imagination.I see the days moving slowly,And yet quickly, all at once.Perhaps it&#8217;s my obsession with my lack of legacy,Or the endless requirementsThat repeat each dayAnd waste away mysteriously behind &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/illiteratures.com\/index.php\/2025\/04\/04\/the-sky-reminds-me\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;The Sky Reminds Me&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-451","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/illiteratures.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/451","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/illiteratures.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/illiteratures.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/illiteratures.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/illiteratures.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=451"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/illiteratures.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/451\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":452,"href":"https:\/\/illiteratures.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/451\/revisions\/452"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/illiteratures.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=451"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/illiteratures.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=451"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/illiteratures.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=451"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}