when i opened my eyes i saw nothing. blue. i saw blue and to be honest, i was feeling a little blue, too. the clouds are passing by and morphing into new selves kind shapes dreamy free. being a cloud must feel inspiring being nothing and so much at the same time a white fluffy orb traveling the skies blessing human eyes with pictures shadows cloudiness. and even clouds feel the need to cry sometimes even though they don’t have to be anywhere even though they are in a constant process of evolving. but maybe a cloud is sad to leave to not have a home the next time that i’m sad and feeling caged in this life that was built for me i will think about the cloud and it’s dream of a home.
weich purzelnd falle ich In die Wolken Rollend funkelnd Regentropfen Dein Gesicht Sonnig weich dort oben Scheints So einfach weite Helligkeit
Donner Und Grollen Über unseren Köpfen Und der Himmel bricht Und weint Wer hat sein Herz gebrochen?