I have often wondered when in a plane traveling at such astronomical speeds, if my body, being made not to fly, should be up there at all.But then I see the clouds and they are the most amazing things that I forget just how crap my body feels...I imagine myself diving into their white fluffy body and curling up to dream up some stars...
I recently returned from a 3 week trip in China. it had been 5 years since being above the clouds in an airplane. It felt like the first time. I could both see and feel the curve of the world whilst up there closer to the stars. A body in space colliding only with the clouds.Clouds which seemed only there for my imagination in their complex manipulation into shapes recognised by my mind.
The sky has a way of beckoning our dreams towards the clouds. The clouds in their infinite forms speak to me of the shapes of my desires and my fears. The tension of my dark boding; the fear of death, the potential fall and the sweet rest..
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