It ain't cloudy anymore

It was just a cloud, high in the sky. Looking down at you. Imposing, inviting, waiting. Meandering in the vastness of oblivion. It floats there calmly. Not a sound but if there was one, it would be from the harp-laden angel within. You can reach it, bask in its fluffy heavenly glory but you will never have it.

As it gently wafts by, it disappears over the horizon right in front of your transfixed eyes.

And all it leaves behind is the searing heat that drains you dry.

I miss that cloud!

Closed Distance...

Words. Rounded up and beaten. Cut, chopped and made mincemeat of. Restricted by distance and denied of the epiphany that lies across the stretch of land and albeit only a tiny expanse of water that the world can storm, it moves there thousands of miles away from where it should be, where it could be. It meanders through a minefield of thoughts, stepping in gently after a good sleep, during a good sleep, when awake, and vitiates the existence that continues without the presence of the flesh and bones it needs.

There is no hope, not yet, just a glowing green dot from a radiant image.