~The Outline of a Cloud~
The sky, ever so blue.
Make the shadow a ghost town.
When people love you for who you aren't.
You can only deal with the pain,
If you need to, or have to.
Flu, a feisty curse for overachievers, a daydream for school children. Everyone has the same common moment… or two, life. Death.
A scar on my life by a blemish on my delicate, special skin shall eat away at my sanity….and make me break. Break. Break. Break. Break. Break….away from the shadow.
Hit my line of work, garnish the government over the military. Over hills upon hills of clouds….. only to be turned away from one's life's goal.
A non-factual moment will only tell time….
At which it is no longer dinner, eaten, and garbage for one husband, who apparently has to be turned over to a new life style of prosperity, to pour and a lower class of privilege.
Clouds have their own way of telling stories and jokes. Shadows also share this trait, but darker and morbid at every given moment.
Only one way out, to follow the shadows following the clouds of no outline. It always seems to be linked to Love and knowledge, the outline of life.
