today, i touched a cloud.
it was a moment that i’d thought of since a child: soaring up into the sky, like a balloon, and poking into the clouds, like a soap bubble, and flying into them, like a paper kite.
today, i touched a cloud.
it was, perhaps, an ethereal fantasy i’d harboured since a child no more than two feet above the ground that somehow rise until i could play with the clouds like cotton candy, and look down at the tiny world like lego.
today, i touched a cloud.
it was a dream from the days when i dreamt of the future. of growing older and bigger. of being free from the ties that came with childhood and dependance. of being on my own and being my own. from the days when i dreamt of so much more.
today, i touched a cloud.
it was a wish, whispered over candles on birthday cakes. a wish instilled by the voices that floated around me. a wish rehearsed through melodies and tv screens. a wish that i was told was meant to be.
today, i touched a cloud.
but it was nothing like my fantasies and dreams.
it was cold and damp, and before i knew it
i was falling in the freezing sea.
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hello.
so i’d been thinking about this one for a while actually.
but it’s actually turned out terrible.
but that’s okay, because at least i’ve typed it out.
and i can always rework it in the future
because some things in this world are fixable and we should never forget that.
(so sentimental wow dying)
love and kindness,
lostinthegreatescape
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