• c0smic_shit 30w


    To science clouds may just be
    —condensed water,
    But to me they are graphic stories
    Being played infront of my eyes.
    It can carry all shades of blue
    With grace and unearthly naturalness,
    To the fiery passionate hug to the night
    By red and orange embers
    To the black moonlit sky.
    It carries the last breath of now ghosts,
    And the inaudible chirps of new life.
    A home to the wind that flutters my hair,
    And stores my dreamy sigh.