Clouds and Consciousness
10 October 2011
The sky’s been empty far too long
Months of clear blue, nothing above us
When there aren’t clouds, I forget they exist
Out of sight, out of mind,
I don’t realize how much I miss them.
Life has been so full.
An endless line of things, one after another.
Inconsequential, eventful nothing
I forget to think, I forge to live
I don’t realize how much I miss spontaneity.
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The clouds came back yesterday
And the realization of how much I missed them
crashed down on me
I realized they put me in my place.
I’m so small. I’m
so
small.
If I only do things to keep doing things
then nothing’s worth it.
All the little random adventures
and all the people I encounter
and all the spontaneous conversations that shape who we are
These are of utmost importance.
I hope the clouds don’t leave for so long again
–I can’t afford to forget.
