White Clouds hover in the sky

With various shapes form numerous images

Metaphors lead to abstract ideas

Which stimulates my senses

Ahaha... that sounded very idiotic. But let's face it. How long has it been since I've seen a cloud in the sky? No, I do not live under a continuous shower of rain, however, I don't think I've taken the time to look at the sky anymore. To see the beautiful shapes and wondering what they meant. What symbolic measure clouds had.

When I was younger, I thought clouds opened up into heaven. I believed clouds gave me a glimpse into the after world, especially when a stream of sunshine leaked through the creases.

I often thought clouds were made of cotton candy. On airplanes, I would gaze at the sky outside of the window and pretend I was an angel floating on the clouds. In heaven, I believed we would jump on clouds. That would be our enjoyment, our protection. Clouds offered peace in the midst of constant turbulence.

That's what I thought. Now, I don't want to turn this into a morbid post. I refuse to do that. But innocuous memories seem senseless and absurd and after awhile, they disappear from the surface; only left for the unconscious mind to tread through. Heaps and heaps of disregarded material.

But sometimes, when I uncover old dreams and memories from my childhood, I stop and think, does anyone else do that? Sometimes I have a dreaded gut feeling that I am the only one who would rather enjoy an escape down memory lane, onto the golden road that leads to my imaginary society, located conveniently in my head. Sometimes life is just too dreadful. Mr. Becker said that today, "The sooner you realize life sucks, the better."

Yeah, life doesn't always "suck," but sometimes when I'm faced with unwanted decisions, it can get down right nasty. I am an escapist. It's not healthy, I know it. But sometimes living inside of the brain is more fulfilling than living a lie.