i love clouds
i always have
when i was little i wrote stories of huge cloud factories or other magical places in the clouds.
i would read them to my little brother, but he always wondered why i never did anything in these magical places. in these stories i would travel all the way up there, into the clouds, and after all the traveling i would finally arrive and in stead of an adventure i would just...be there.
he thought it was weird and boring.
i have the peculiar habit of being. i just don't do anything at all.
it drives the people around me insane because they get really worried.
they say i look like I'm mentally fainting or I'm dreaming while awake.
it's something between those things. it's not really fainting per se because i can control it in a way, but not control it at all at the same time.
i am not really present, but i can be shaken out of it. i do hear faint voices of people talking to me but at that moment i choose to ignore them.
it's not really dreaming, but that does get closer to the thing.
it's like....it's like...hm
it feels like I don't actually am at all.
it feels like my mind lets go of my body and starts traveling on its own. i still am in my body but I get a bit floaty and i start noticing things I didn't see before. i feel things I didn't feel before. i get all these ideas that i know will be
successful. i get more air. i see more light. I wonder.
it's like I'm in my own magical cloud place, only then while also being on the ground.
I'm a very dreamy person, but this is not a daydream
YOU ARE READING
unsmiling
Poéziai could call this 'poetry' or 'my poetry' but this really is just a scramble of words. kinda like a blog of some sort. I sometimes need to write something down and I do have a little notebook with scribbles and scrabbles but I thought it would be ki...
