The Cloud

I see them staring back at me, their eyes

piercing me with their discontent. My mind

reaches forward towards them, like a lost spectre. Their heads

pivot away, and I watch them slowly walk.

One raindrop falls.

I see them in an unusual location, their thoughts

drifting away from me. I slowly watch, content. My brain

wants to go, but my body won't allow it.

They know of my state, but not of my location.

Two raindrops fall.

I see myself, askewed in appearance. His life

used to be mundane. He never wanted that to change,

but shadows fall where aspirations lack. He won't

live mundane anymore.

Three raindrops fall.

I am the cloud.