It is the clouds that sob raindrops that fall in sheets down your windows as you look into the nothingness of the sky. You watch as it cries and your feel a stirring of sorrow in yourself, as if you wish to join it, but you find that you are pacified by the undulating mass of clouds. They are soft and formless, not the barren white nor the empty black but they swirl with promise and substance; They are the primordial sea that birthed us all.
It is first cast of light in the fading night, the sign of transition, of changes and the the advent of light.
It is the small little smile you give as you walk by the love who will never know you and the lonely decision that has no right or wrong; the one that you must make on your own. You will feel lost within it.
It is the apathy that will destroy you, the feeling of being neither here nor there and never feeling like you belong in a world of this or that.
It is the color of ands and no one but you can truly understand what it means to feel everything and nothing, sorrow and joy, love and emptiness. You are, but just barely.
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