I said I would look to God
But like I'm kinda not religious so this is kinda awkward-
Dunno why I wrote about them so much.
Dunno why I will write about them...
Maybe I'm desperate for guidance
Because I am so small and time so large
Or maybe I'm looking for a place to blame
Because I am scared to point fingers at concrete things.

Blaming is a coping mechanism,
And the moon looks to the sun
Shadowing her light,
Unintentionally being kinda an asshole.
I wonder if she points fingers at the craters in her surface
Or the flag stabbed through her eye.
I wonder if she lives to hate.
I wonder if she is like me.

Sometimes people forget that clouds aren't flat.
Sometimes I forget that clouds aren't flat.
I will look at a painting by some dude from the 1600s to realize
Just how many dimensions are in those things.
Sometimes I wake early
And the sun will be peaking through the horizon
Lighting up the city that is already lit
And there will be clouds.
There will be clouds which will glow when hit
And there will be clouds that will sail the wind
And there will be clouds that are so many colors
And there will be clouds the shape of which I will forget.

We will head out to the grassy knoll.
You will lay down in a white cardigan.
I will tell you to beware of grass stains 
But you just look at me and tell me to shut up.
We will look to the sky when it is layered in tears
And we will drink these falling tears that will freeze and drift lime ash
Then we will flood ourselves with salted water,
An ocean nestled near our hearts.
The clouds will drift and shrink
But we will forget about them eventually.
Much like how we take the sun for granted,
Clouds will rain the same.

I am trapped in this brick building.
There are no windows.
There are no curtains,
Because they are not needed.
I am barred in a prison. 
There is no fresh air.
The cold is biting and at times I hate it.
The cold is fresh and I want to drink it.