living in a nieghborhood of clouds
Just another day as i walk along the sky... living with my family of clouds.
The truth is that i am aloof and never changing unless blowed upon by strong winds... Colors live inside me like any other cloud red for anger, yellow for mellow and blue for a frown.
Many clouds wish to be free of the sky that birthed them with lightning and growls but i...I just listen to the sky without making a single sound.
I am a young cloud that will soon fly away to a land of his own, the sky that birthed me can only watch me and let rain show joy and pride at one of its own.
I am a cloud with many hardships and struggles that i wish to remain unknown.
My life has not been a rainbow with gold at the end but blessings from family that just dosent know how to give up even once its the end.
I am someone that looks for the fun that comes with any path, optimism just runs in my blood like animals form bonds.
My goals will always be done because retellin your own or someone elses accomplishments are just to much fun.
This is my true personality hidden behind the mask, unleashed upon the world like laughing gas.
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