You call me the "Little cloud that just follows you around" and I guess I was. Because my soul purpose in life was to feed others, but I've become thirsty.
You were my water, my drink, my everything, and I just can't see it now. There were oceans surrounding the place we were together, so why was there only you I saw? Maybe it was because I was so parched before that, when you tossed me a drink, like it was nothing, I fell in love with you and the kindness I saw.
As we matured, I didn't notice you running dry, like your humor now. When I would ask for a drink, you gave it, unwillingly. When I seemed to guess that your fountain was damaged, you brushed it off and told me "I don't care" , "it's nothing". Obviously.
My life was perfect, until you pointed me out as a servant.
You told me I was nothing and obviously I would never leave you, because I needed you. Obviously.
I was the Little cloud that followed you around, like a puppy, with no one. However, we live in a new world, where pollution is a thing. When you noticed that my gifts became polluted as well, you treated me even poorer. I never believed in unconditional love, and maybe that was your fault. Because neither did you.
I couldn't see myself wanting and caring for someone who may never reciprocate my love. Your fault.
No, no I could...if only you didn't make me look in the mirror.
My reflection gave me broken thing wearing your chains. I saw how awful I looked, gray and polluted. If only I could forget, every now and then. But, it seemed that every time I didn't do something your way, or upset you, you made me look at myself; I guess it was to remind me that no matter how bad or mean you were, I was and always would be worse.
I seems that you wear glasses switched in the other direction, to compensate for your blindness. Like a magnifier turned, you saw me as smaller than I was, so did I....it seemed.
Back to living now.
The skies are full of dark, contaminated clouds just like me, but I'm the only one in your eyes.
Thanks.
If only you didn't hold the only source I needed. Well, you don't.
One day, I looked away and saw a river.
Always changing, flowing. I asked to leave. You didn't want to and brushed me away. So I left.
The river fed me and I felt pure, unpolluted. Bits of other clouds drifted off, with no owner, and I became larger.
When I returned, you were furious that I was happy, while the other clouds rained on you. Good thing you could always count on me. To follow you, because now that I was happy, so would you be. Obviously.
But no.
If only you hadn't made me feel like I was the bad person.
Like it was my fault, making me want to die.
Maybe, we could have been miserable together.
Maybe you can find another little clouds life to ruin. Or you could change.
But I won't fight for a glass of water when there's a river next door making me feel like a storm, when I'm only a puff of smoke.
