based on the cloud formations, they were cute. they were small. they were weightless.
they were all embracing the sun and sky as though they were fragments of time.
it was a display of cloud fireworks. it was a display of what the last thing any human being should see.
it was as if you could kiss them, take them into your lips and suck dry the matter (or anti matter?) that they contain.
and i realized that even after a good night's sleep, the world still seems translucent. it is forever changing, evolving. it is almost nonexistant. it is a series of memories, of timelines, of things that you wrote down once. you threw it away. maybe you refound it, maybe you didn't.
maybe you sold it and claimed it as art.
maybe you regifted it or took it on a walk.
maybe you have no idea whatever happened to it.
its items. its things. its clouds.
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