Clouds.
They come in all shapes.
They come in all sizes.
They come in all colors and textures and heights.
They fly through the sky.
Watching below.
Some light.
Some heavy.
Some fluffy.
Some airy.
All so different.
Yet all the same.
They fly above our heads.
Watching our world.
They watch us live.
They watch us die.
They watch as we go on.
On in our own way.
They watch as we ride to school.
They watch as we drive home from work.
Day after day.
Our lives so different.
Yet all the same.
Our lives being morphed into one.
They watch as we look down.
They watch us tweet.
And snapchat.
And photobomb.
They watch as we text.
They watch as we type.
An ongoing addiction.
It takes over our mind.
They watch as we plan.
As we stay up late at night.
Watching videos.
Blaring our music.
Abusing ourselves.
Taking advantage of what we have.
The clouds.
They sit still.
Relying on the wind to be their driver.
The can change in shape and form and texture and color.
But they can't communicate.
They can't comb their hair or chose an outfit.
They can't chose where they go.
The places and faces.
They are ever changing.
Yet ever the same.
They are trapped.
Trapped in an endless loop.
An endless circle.
They watch down on our lives as we kick and punch and shoot and stab.
We kill each other off.
In life and in the mind.
We can move our fingers to do things.
Move our legs to walk.
We can smell the flowers.
And see the birds.
We can taste any food.
And we can feel the breeze.
We can think with our mind.
And chose our own path.
Yet here we are.
Typing.
Swiping.
Skyping.
Instagraming.
Facebooking.
Tweeting.
Typing.
We sit in the same room as each other.
Not speaking a word.
We know people by usernames or contacts or followers.
Not names.
The days where people would go out.
And talk and laugh.
And sing and dance.
They would hold hands.
And look into each others eyes.
They would exchange conversations.
Not information or digits.
Those times are long gone.
The clouds saw it.
They saw it fly by.
They watch as our life goes by.
As we plan our future.
Always looking ahead.
Our faces buried in our phones.
Our tablets or computers.
The way of the future takes our path.
They watch me right now.
As I type on my phone.
I'm writing this now.
They see me stuck.
They see my life flying by.
I never even stop to realize what I have inside me.
Thats how all humans work.
We look ahead.
But theres one problem.
We never look back.
We always look down.
But we never look up.
Next time you find yourself staring at your phone.
When you feel as if you could be doing so much more.
Go outside.
And look up.
Thats just what I did.
I put down my phone.
And my tablet and mouse.
I stood up and with out a word I went outside.
I climbed through the wooded area of my backyard to the top.
I looked up.
I was top of the world.
I could hear the birds song whistling through the trees.
I spread out my arms.
My fingers spread wide.
The wind rustled my hair.
It blew in my face.
Now I realize.
I've been wasting away.
My life is nearly over.
Even though its just begun.
We only have so little time on this planet.
Why not make the bet of it.
So as I look up now.
I see the clouds.
A soft mist of white ribbons trailing a forget-me-not blue.
It doesn't hurt.
So why don't we ever look up?
