Locked up in my room, spread out on my bed like butter on warm toast, I peered through the black screen of my windows, watching the blue and white sky crawl across them like animals in the African plains.
The clouds..
They're always on the move..
They seem to be elegance in its' purest and most ancient form.
Sometimes when I watch them,
I secretly wish to myself that I could become one and just let go of everything and everyone..
and go.
Go wherever the wind takes me, not having a care in the world. It'd be an amazing feeling, I think. It'd kind of be like flying without trying too much. A constant, steady stream of flight.
I wonder what kind of cloud I would become..
Maybe one of the ones that just floats around when it's really a bright and sunny day.
Or maybe, I could be one those clouds that float too close to the ground during the nig..
Nah. Being fog sounds kind of lame. Just floating around on the ground and waiting for the sun to slowly rise and cast you away? Not my style.
Maybe, I could be one those clouds that are so high, they kind of look like a blanket covering part of the sky. Kind of keeping it warm, in a sense.. ha.. ha.. h...
It's impossible for something like to ever happen..
Wishful thinking..
Reality doesn't let dreams like that come true..
If it did, I think people would choose to be something different..
probably something that makes them feel more like.. them.
