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.
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