I walk on clouds alone
Surrounded by the splendid whiteness
Weigthed down by something I have yet to know.
I dream a figure in the distance
And I run,
I sprint
To the opposite side of my world of clouds.
And yet the distance never shortens,
Instead it gets longer.
The figure disappears
And with it the clouds
Leaving me standing on land
Mere feet away from a giant hole in the ground
With darkness impenetrable by the light of day.
My memories return,
I remember digging that dark hole
And I recall climbing my way back out.
I relive the many caverns,
The ones that looked as they really were
And those that looked like the clouds I just walked on.
I wish to meet whoever took the time
To paint my world with the softness of the clouds
To make me climb up from the dark caverns
That refuse to let you leave completely.
There is a part of me
Left still in those caves
Refusing to leave the suffocating darkness that seems so comforting.
But I am still here
Climbing up to reach the clouds I saw in my visions
And I thank the person who continues to paint my world
So I do not forget my mission
To reach the stars behind those clouds.
Watch me climb on.
