Before reading your poem, I thought it might be about someone’s tombstone, like” RIP,” or “Rest in Peace.” Instead, it was about the rip of something or some idea inanimate — that of the sky that is likened to a blue brown paper bag. Nice analogy, but take some thinking to figure out what you are getting at. My tired brain doesn’t always want to think that hard. Like tonight. I’m sleepy after a long day of writing poetry, studying, and getting by on too little sleep! So good night, Jessica. I must hit the sack — but not a little blue-brown one — just a bed with blue sheet and bed covers.LOL!
waywardspirit 
I hate when that happens!
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I know right.
Then you discover the sky is not the limit…like you belived. Just a limit…
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Before reading your poem, I thought it might be about someone’s tombstone, like” RIP,” or “Rest in Peace.” Instead, it was about the rip of something or some idea inanimate — that of the sky that is likened to a blue brown paper bag. Nice analogy, but take some thinking to figure out what you are getting at. My tired brain doesn’t always want to think that hard. Like tonight. I’m sleepy after a long day of writing poetry, studying, and getting by on too little sleep! So good night, Jessica. I must hit the sack — but not a little blue-brown one — just a bed with blue sheet and bed covers.LOL!
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