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Into the Clouds
What are clouds made out of?
If you don't reach the silver lining then where do you land?
If reaching the silver lining does not help me to come down from gravity then I believe that I am floating like air.
Guessing where I am going to land or where I have landed to it is hard for me to stay on the ground yet alone to stay up float up into the pitch white and dark clouds that can burst a ray of sunshine then turn of thunderous applause the next.
I feel as though at any given moment thunder will strike me from above instantly leaving me completely blind sided.
Floating somewhere into the abyss of a borderline of heaven and hell-somewhere there I will realize what love and hate really feel, talk, taste, hear and fear like.
While I am there aimlessly floating away seeing no target for me to land on but suddenly I find myself getting closer, closer and closer towards a unknown beaming light unfortunately there is no one able to pull me away from where I am directly going towards and re-direct me towards the atlantic sun.
© 2019 Renee Daniella Smith