Tag: Cloud Pieces


  • Sepia Toned Memories

    Looking back fondly at my early childhood, echoes of what were once the moments of my waking life seem to be transfigured into wondrous exhibits. Many of these memories become like pieces of artistic curiosity displayed in galleries of reminiscence, rather than snapshots of events that occurred within the reach of my senses. Blurred lines…

  • The Crossroads at Panic Street and Heartbreak Avenue

    I’ve come to many crossroads in my life, but none so daunting as the one I’m facing now: to sleep or not to sleep. Every time I lay my head to rest, I find myself in a state of panic, for my nights are now overloaded with bad dreams, many of which feel so real…

  • Some Conflicting Ideals of Value

    Being so dedicated to the craft of writing, I’m besieged by an eternal question: How do I deal with this perplexing system of value, which demands my participation, even as I strive to attain a utopian existence free from the shackles of capitalism? That then begs for another pressing question: How can I reconcile these…

  • Convoluted Dreamscapes

    From the day I was born, I’ve been an avid dreamer. All through my childhood, I’d eagerly share my creative escapades with anyone who would listen. But as time went on, I found myself retreating into a cocoon of silence, born out of the bitter disappointment and frustration of being misunderstood. Dreams are deeply personal,…

  • Thank You, Darkness, My Old Friend

    For many years, the darkness truly was my best friend. In the light, I was often judged unfairly. But, in the late hours obscured by darkness, I felt much freer. With many sleepless nights powered on little more than junk food, I made the most of my insomnia. I used this time to figure out…

  • The Cloud Walker

    I’ve always wanted to fly high above the sky, despite my overwhelming fear of flying. I remember a childhood dream of being a “Cloud Walker,” a being able to leap from cloud to cloud, then ride them wherever the winds took them. While I could never actually transform into such a being, it’s certainly fun…

  • Too Much Time to Think

    Sitting here on our sunporch, with the sun streaming in through my windows and the gentle rush of the stream outside, I find myself lost in thought. My days are filled with too much time to think, but not enough energy to act. Even when the world seems to have slowed down, my mind yet…

  • Chasing Starlight

    Have you ever found your eyes chasing starlight? Do you ever find your mind wandering, drifting off towards the heavens? Will you sometimes gaze and wonder at what’s out there in that great infinite beyond? Dare to dream that deepest dream. Chase it to the depths of the deepest seas if you must. Never let…

  • Breathing Through Corrupted Lungs

    For two nights in a row, it became too chilly in the back bedroom for my damaged lungs to cope. As I lay in bed, I could feel the chill creeping in. At first, it was just a gentle caress of cool air against my skin. But as the night wore on, the cold grew…

  • When I Remember Too Much

    I’ve often failed at Love, and it’s such cruel irony that perhaps the greatest gift of all is often the most rejected. Even more cruelly ironic is that Love is often used as the best excuse we have for doing evil deeds. Love is often what leads us to lie, cheat, deceive, and suffer. I’m…