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I remember wanting so much more from clouds
than the droplets that take up so much space
Aimlessly and freely making way through the inexhaustible sky
I remember thinking I would one day get to the bottom of their plump dense curves
Asking others what they could be made of
A formulaic response and quick turn to reality was enough to snap me out
of my wondering
The daydreams of being submerged in all they could be composed of
Engulfed in possibly knowing the magic of what keeps them afloat
despite their ability to hold the next storm over the horizon
I remember being filled with hope and holding my breath as I flew towards them
getting closer and closer only to be met with disappointment of falling for the illusion of a cloud