Velvet skies. Sometimes we feel so left behind. Forgotten. Is that the right word? I have no idea. Mum used to say I liked to do things myself so much, it made her job as a mum easier. Yeah, sure. I do. I was always the independent one. The one everyone assumed could easily find a place for herself in the world. Yeah, I still can. The one who looked like all of life's worst could be thrown at her and she could still pick up the shreds and smile. Yeah, I smile so often yeah? Everyone said I smiled so often as a child, that was all they could remember me by. The happy child. But why do I feel like I'm paying back for all my smiles now? Why do I feel so left out now? Yeah, sure. I'm the independent one, the one who could always manage (struggle) on her own. Velvet skies. No one really appreciates its colour huh? Sometimes I think we take for granted what's there. Yeah, it's night, so the sky's dark. How dark? No one really realises. On days when twilight bathes the whole town in it's unearthly yellow light, the night sky becomes purplish-blue, a little surreal, a little endearing. Velvet skies.