For my friend.
Who even don't know me.
Love ya, guy <3
***
Curling up
Like a cloud
Floating up
Above the sky
Crowling, whirling
Crumbling around
Flying in the heaven
Fluffy and light.
In touch like a cotton
In taste like a candy
Sometimes calmly
Sometimes rainy.
Pushing by wind
Staying in place.
It doesn't matter
When you are in cadge.
When you broke the lock
To the moon and the sky
You are more happy
Than a star in the night.
Flying around
Whirling and curling
Changing the shapes
And never returning.
However it's Nimbus
Or maybe a Stratus
It does not matter
When you can be...
What... ?
You can be what..?
Do you have ever
Asked yourself
What do I prefer?
What do I like?
Who am I now?
How is my life?
Who is important
To me in this time?
Have you been ever
Asked by someone else
About what counts for you
Not for themselves
Not Who you want to be?
But Who are you now?
Not what's your name?
But how do you want to be called?
It's never a question
When they know the answer,
Like stupid sentencion
How are you now?
It's not about you
But the answer
"I'm fine."
Have you been ever
Asked by another cloud
What is your favorite dino?
Do you like jump?
Through forest branches
Growned by grass?
How do you feel
When you are lying
At night in the bed?
What makes you happier
When you are upset?
Do you have ever
Had around a cloud
Which is raining
whenever you are?
The cloud that's always
Standing by your side.
The cloud that will listen
How do you feel.
Is it a cloud
Which you were, at least
One time, when someone
like you needed it... ?
***
12.01.2024
Inspiration by: my geography lesson, "Radio Scilence" by Alice Oseman.
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Dreams Of The Midnight
PoetryBook of poems writed mostly at night, when I can't sleep. And dream. Then I am making dreams by myself. Because my head is hatful of dreams, wishes and stories... ~I hope you will like it, Atellrie
