I've been sitting here for approximately fourty five minutes
Trying desperately to choose an appropriate blurb for this space
I thought, "Maybe a quote from a song or a movie".
But other people's words simply did not suffice...
Because these clouds can't be described by other people...
These clouds are ... superhuman.
When pink and blue, these clouds represent the power of love...
When white and full, they represent how everything is alright in the world
When black and grey, they remind us of the hurt that accompanies love
And when there are no clouds...
No clouds at all...
Well, It's just a clear sky, isn't it?
One can really breathe without clouds.
No obstructions.
No love, No hurt, No thinking the world is alright...
because the world will never be 'alright'...
there's always that little something.
Even if