Dreams on Clouds | Poetry Breakdown

TW/CW: This post and poem contain allegories and discussions of suicidal thoughts and death. If you or someone you know is in a crisis, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255) or text the Crisis Text Line ( text HELLO to 741741)

I see the rolling clouds, forming under the wind’s watchful eye.
There is freedom in the movements,
more fluid than my mind flows. 
When I learned that clouds were essentially water vapor
therefore, it means I wouldn’t be able to lay upon the clouds.
I wondered what there was really worth living for?
Sometimes I wished the windows were open so 
I could kiss the sky and ground with my scalp. 
But I traced the horizon with my finger, 
as far as I could see.
And I preferred the mystery of what I couldn’t see, the beyond – 
	the clouds between my toes
	as I run and run
	and spin and spin –
	dizzy from it all.