“If clouds did not move how could we see the sun?”

You broke my skin and seeped into my soul.

I fell in love with copies of an original I lost long ago.

I let go so long ago. I fear I have forgotten how to hold on.

I am still looking for a soft heart in the eyes of a someone. A wild and innocent soul. Always breathless to take in a new horizon. Someone who is waiting to drive into the night and wants me to join them.

In this wilderness, Mankind is the animal I fear.

I know how our fingers would interlace. Like this and that. Delicate yet determined. As porcelain scales in serene movements. Iridescent in ways our thoughts could not convey. How beautifully we are made in the ways we trace out along soft skins the words that linger within us.

Eternity is vague. Let me fill in the blanks with you.

All this time I have been masquerading as a soul complete.

Under the shadow of your skin, I find ancient secrets. They are now the truths I crave.

I think if you’re an interesting person, you don’t have to cloud yourself in mystery for people to want to know more about you.

In the hour of adversity be not without hope, for crystal rain falls from black clouds.

Sorrows, as storms, bring down the clouds close to the earth; sorrows bring heaven down close; and they are instruments of cleansing and purifying.

He sighed. The clouds I can handle. But I can’t fight with an eclipse.

Before we had airplanes and astronauts, we really thought that there was an actual place beyond the clouds, somewhere over the rainbow. There was an actual place, and we could go above the clouds and find it.there.

The President cannot make clouds to rain and cannot make the corn to grow. He cannot make business good, although when these things occur, political parties do claim some credit for the good things that have happened in this way

If you are the sun, clouds are not a problem.

Its okay to rest your head in the clouds every once in a while.