Secrets the Sky keeps

I like the way people talk about those who are losing their minds. They say I’ve got my head in the clouds, and I imagine I actually do.

I would find a comfortable cloud to sit on, and squint at earth with all my might, trying to see what was going on down there. If I was in the clouds, maybe I wouldn’t care about what happens on earth anymore. Or maybe I would, only someone who has been to the clouds would know. 

I could ask someone, but I’m not sure anyone has been to the clouds for the sake of the clouds. We all fly through the clouds, curse them as their white veil blocks the sun, and when they shatter and fall onto us, ruining our hair and flooding our streets. 

I would go to the clouds. I’d sit there and look down at all the tiny people beneath me.

I read once that storm clouds can turn green, and that no one knows why. The clouds can keep their secrets, and I would let them have mine. I would whisper my fears into their depths, and trust the thunder to drown them out.

Maybe people think there are more interesting things higher up. I think the clouds are very interesting, but then again, I am losing my mind. Have I mentioned that already? 

Nonetheless, I agree that some things may be more interesting than clouds, but I am very much content with having my head in them, if I must. 

I wonder how I would get to the clouds in order to put my head in them. People never think about that when they say it about me. I believe they don’t really think about much when they do, they are too focused on what is real to see how much fun I’m having up here all by myself.

I think I would ask them to get me there. They would be happy that their metaphors have become reality. 

If I went to the clouds I would wear a sweater, I’ve heard it gets cold in the clouds. Although I’m not sure where I did, after all, no one stops to explore the clouds. 

When I get to the clouds, maybe I will realise that they were right all along, and I will look up instead of down, and be faced with the unimaginable immensity of the universe. 

I will let them take me around the world, light as a feather, and exist only thanks to them. Contemplate the world above. I will drift beyond the clouds, until the stars welcome me as old friends. 

There is a certain sweetness in losing your mind. In loosening your grasp on reality, just a little. I’d like to build myself a house on the Moon. A Castle on Pluto. Poor lonely Pluto.