15 Nov 2014
Sitting on the back porch looking over all the houses and the terrible town; the hills roll over each other dotted in trees and the lone cloud hovering above that distant freedom of the countryside is me. I'm not threatening nor demanding just blending. A small white cloud amongst the vast blue of your eyes.
I wonder if I am the only flower in your garden, the only cloud in your sky, the only person in your eyes. But I only know as much as you tell me and my brain believes everything you say. I just hope that there isn't another cloud in-purifying your perfect blue hidden behind a building or some trees of your lies.