The colour of orange and red, ...
Have you ever tried, while staring at the sky on a warm autumn day, to reflect on what you’ve become? The expected attempt to shape clouds, to mold them in a way that others might accept you, that they might be ‘proud’ of you. And somewhere deep down, you know it doesn't bring the fulfillment—not for the effort you put in. It only dictates how things continue and why everything is the way it is.
It’s more of an ethereal attempt to convince yourself that there is happiness hidden somewhere, if you just let these woolly monstrosities drift by.
Have you ever tried, while staring at the sky on a warm autumn day, to imagine what would’ve happened if you had simply captured and cherished the clouds? How differently everything might have turned out…
