dream into the clouds

There are clouds that make you feel gorgeous. They make you feel vivid and make you feel as if it’s heaven on earth. Basically, they make you forget about your troubles, about the troubles of the world. However, you won’t forget about the things that matter to you. You will think about them when sinking into the clouds.

You will look into the clouds and dream, you will let your thoughts swim in the smooth, creamy clouds.
You and the clouds. At this moment, you don’t mind about others.
Maybe you think about them, but you don’t mind. These types of clouds are heavenly, they are by your side, waiting silently for your dreams to take place in them.

Like most things, clouds also have another side. Of course, they have. However, I wouldn’t call the other side the bad side or the first site the chocolate-side. In general, I don’t divide things into good and bad. That’s just not how the world goes, too complicated, too abstract, too human for good and bad. There is no good and bad when you speak about clouds either.
What is the other side like then?

Not that soft, maybe. Maybe not that embracing, not that full of sun, of smiles.

They’re over you, not beside you. They don’t make you feel gorgeous, but not bad either. They make you feel thoughtful, maybe too much. They can create a gray (not black!) hole inside of you.

Maybe they’re too heavy, carrying too much for your mind. They make you feel helpless. Maybe rather powerless. At least when you’re looking at these clouds and accept that you’re smaller. Smaller than these masses of water drops dancing over you, over buildings, over the mountains, over all living creatures.

And maybe you are willing to accept that. What else can you do?

You’re carrying them with you after all. Since clouds are forever. It’s us who will leave this world one day. So let me sink into them, let them catch me before it’s too late, and let them bring me into their world, into my dreams.