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Sometimes I just sit outside with my face towards the sun. They say that sunlight releases a hormone called serotonin which makes you happy. It doesn't work really, but I do it anyways. Maybe one day there will be some sort of placebo effect, but for now I'll just sit and wait as I burn.
There I am each day, my shadow a symbol of hope and optimism. In a glass bubble I reflect all incoming light in every direction back to their owners. Please, come crack me. It's not bulletproof, you know.
An overcast sky stops nothing: UV-rays or my tenacity. The rain is a signal of parishing clouds. The cycle never changes, the same volume of global water continuously evaporating and falling. Just once I wish I could evaporate with it, and not be left behind; rising into the sky away from everything weightless.
I won't walk away from this. White light and green grass. The horizon curved. I curve with it. Floating through the atmosphere. I am a cloud, distinct from afar yet dissappear when approached. I surround you with heavy air and moisture. Breathe me. Feel me.
There I am each day, my shadow a symbol of hope and optimism. In a glass bubble I reflect all incoming light in every direction back to their owners. Please, come crack me. It's not bulletproof, you know.
An overcast sky stops nothing: UV-rays or my tenacity. The rain is a signal of parishing clouds. The cycle never changes, the same volume of global water continuously evaporating and falling. Just once I wish I could evaporate with it, and not be left behind; rising into the sky away from everything weightless.
I won't walk away from this. White light and green grass. The horizon curved. I curve with it. Floating through the atmosphere. I am a cloud, distinct from afar yet dissappear when approached. I surround you with heavy air and moisture. Breathe me. Feel me.