Isn't it lovely, all alone.
21 August came and went.
I know some voids cannot be filled.
I know some hurts won't go away.
I know some mistakes will always remain.
I know some truths won't become a lie.
But there is this place, in the clouds
Where I can sit and wonder.
Where its OK to cry, where your tears become rain.
And your warmth becomes the glow of the sunset.
Your anger like the scorching sun.
Your memories like the clouds.
Where you look down and you see the swarming life
And you look up and you see the gravitational pulls of the earth
And the heavens
And the emptiness of space
And what maybe lies beyond
It's better there than where I am.
Where my dog barks, and the man swears
And the hustle of life tramples on the little shoots
Where people are shrouded in the pursuits of life
They forget about each other
Sadly, I don't have enough inside me
It doesn't matter what people think.
It's possible to die once, and to die again.
It can be like where I am, in the clouds
Waiting...
For the clouds to pass and the city to sleep
Where things don't matter anymore
Where life ends and love begins.
Where the evil on earth is separated from the good of the heavens.
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