I Wish I Was a CloudI wish I was a cloud,a million miles from earth.Picking up the squalling winds,rewinding to my birth.I'd be the home for water,as the sun gives me strength.And I would know no sadness, no sorrow,no thing except time's length.I'd be weightless, careless,I wouldn't give a damn.Horizons upon beautiful horizons,the morn' would be my lamb.I'd see skies painted red and gold,shades of orange, pink and blue.The sun would be the artist -he'd even paint me too.Lying on the grass I seethe clouds drifting by.They look like fluffy marshmallows,covering the sky.When a cloud passes over land,does it see the view I see?or does it simply wave hello,if that's possible to be?The earth might be a trophy,that the clouds may protect.The seas might be a coachto the clouds they ressurect.I wish I was a cloud,my life would be adventure.But no cloud would ever notice,that her world needs a cure.
My SisterOh my dear sister,these deathly nightmares, won't youmake them go away?
Claustrophobia"You."She looked up. No one there. "What?""You. Now. Here."Shivering, she lifted herself up off the ground. His lithe form was in front of her, somehow arrogant and banal in its own skin, yet not exposing a cell of its inward appearance. She didn't budge. Heartbeat was absent. The glassiness of his eyes had solidified, and she was left staring at something not quite there, and not knowing herself if she was dreaming or not. Everything was so...cold...She swallowed. "I can't.""Why not?"She winced at his sharp reply. Nothing seemed as if it were existing...there was just noise. Noise and voices she could hear, albeit vaguely. "I...I don't know...""I can see you."She listened for a slight shuffling before she answered back. "I can't see you."The silence was adamant then. What once was the soft music of birds, creaking and small scuttles in the rafters, was no more. There was no sound. She didn't even hear a voice that validated her existence.But she felt something. She felt a pa