funny thing about beautiful things.

the further away beautiful things are,
the closer they are to the places where we are familiar and comfortable with them being,
the more beautiful they are
like clouds
I wish to cast these clouds away from the top of the skyscrapers
send them back where they belong
far up in the stratosphere
I always loved big fluffy beautiful clouds
I always wanted to lay upon them
spin inside them
but when they get close
they become fog
grey
opaque
hiding the blue that was once synonamous with their beauty
Am I being selfish?
or is it ok to admire beauty from afar and still long for it yet never truely want it?

Maybe its the illusive nature of a cloud that makes it beautiful.
maybe the beauty is in the longing
Because when a cloud gets too close, you want nothing more than to send it to a place where you can never have it.

sometimes i just wish

that i could erase you from everything
from the hearts of everyone i love
you didnt exist before
at least not to anyone that mattered
to me
you are a cancer