Literary Magazine 2015 Literary Force Magazine Vol. 1 | Page 11

My Cloud Theory
Under this bright , blue sky , me and everyone else in this world value happiness , But have an unwanted presence within us . As we try to let it escape , this pain struggles to break free from our words to anyone , and then remains hidden under our eyes . Throughout each day it grows and grows among us and when it ’ s too much to bear , that clear , blue sky above us begins to change .
Layers of dark clouds surround us as if we have been put onto a different world . While the blinding sun is cut off from my sights , I take my chance to look straight up into the sky , and soon see a rapid flash of white emptiness . I feel an unexplainable surge through my body and hear a powerful tone of restrained anger that every individual has never let go of . It echoes down under our feet and constantly shakes my body into excitement . Finally , one by one , I feel small delicate drops of everyone ’ s compressed sadness pour over me . I enjoy and welcome its touch , and let every drop travel down and absorb my body of all the frustration , worry , and hopelessness I have held on to . It seeps down to the surface under our feet and sinks down into the earth to support us where we stand and give life to the trees that shade our loneliness . When the clouds have nothing more to release , they drift away and invite the clear , blue sky back into our reach