abditory

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to escape my reality

I turn to the clouds 

in hope of seclusion  

from this unsettled world.

for in the dulcet sky,

I find my much-needed abditory.


a place where the sun tickles my skin

and makes my eyes glow

a place where the blue skies

serve as my canvas 

to paint my daydreams on


let me dance in my mind

twirling across wisps of cotton

scattered by the hand 

of higher, freer powers

on a cerulean expanse


let me gaze at how the floccules

float dreamily across the tranquil waters

some gradually disappearing

some moving on, flowing as though

pursed lips had gently blown them forwards


please.


don't encourage my awakening.


I want to dream.

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