Ghost in the snow

Do we need purpose?

I am a cloud

Here I stand surrounded by familiar faces. Soft laughter and joy in the framework while my complicated mind spirals deeper into isolation

I see things from an offbeat perspective, viewing the beauty of the earth becoming trapped under the foul work of humans

I am blue

Deeply coloured from the damage of my depression, so grey and empty

I delicately move around with such lack of emotion and motivation, aimlessly finding my purpose

I am broken

I am not a cloud