Do you ever look up at the clouds and think......
I wonder where they traveled here from? Who else looked up and admired those very clouds? What did they look like then?
Sometimes the clouds seem so far away, it's like they have their very own universe. Then other times, they sink down to touch the earth and you get to walk through them, though I wouldn't recommend driving in such conditions.
Does it feel like a fairy tale to anyone else to actually be so high in the air that you can look down on the clouds? It's like riding the dog-dragon from
The Neverending Story and seeing the world in a different perspective. Sometimes they look so solid, they trick you in believing you could actually frolic on them.
Some refer to people as onions, with many depths of layers. I say people are more like clouds. Some of us with our heads way up in the sky, others grounded.
Some of us dark and angry, others bright and fluffy. At times we're spread thin. And when we get too overwhelmed by the things we absorb, we spill it all out.......sometimes with a gentle trickle, and other times with a violent storm.
We can let the sun shine brightly through us, be colorful; we can let ourselves become dense and somber. We all come in different shapes and sizes, none of us being invincible. Some of us speed briskly through life, while others meander.
We are so much more than brittle layers of a stinky yet delicious vegetable. We are scientifically predictable, yet mysteriously spontaneous clusters of pliable, impressionable matter, each with our own special characteristics to make us unique, slightly or dramatically changing as we migrate through this world, and seen differently by everyone who looks at us.
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