☁️ Simmering Cloud¶∆~• ☁️

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I Stare into the endless blue sky,    mind painting the convos,    like the clouds - my mind ever shifting unpredictably fantastical amalgamations

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I Stare into the endless blue sky,
mind painting the convos, like the clouds - my mind ever shifting unpredictably fantastical amalgamations.
Nerves spiked uncumftubly hot ice on my skin-
eyes further opening with awareness,
feeling all of the unpleasant numbness, heart feeling every sore and ack that I never knew was there.

I was always as isolated - desolate; ever - but never changing as the clouds,

my taste buds soured bitterly as I listened to the silent sound of my blood boiling, licking the wounds that bleed so as to not hurt others with my crimson.

Many pesky but comforting storms past endless gray sheets blocking my view with fog,


then, the land started becoming green, thoghed ice quenching the plants, the sky a beautiful display of vibrant artistic light, the clouds being a perfect frame.


Though an icky bitter after-taste taints the lens that sees the land's beauty.





I am ever shifting, ever wandering; ever free as the clouds.


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