I can be jubilant one moment and pensive the next, and a cloud could go by and make that happen.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Try to be a rainbow in someone's cloud.
The poetry that sustains me is when I feel that, for a minute, the clouds have parted and I've seen ecstasy or something.
I'm somewhat in my own cloud.
The universe is conspiring in every moment to bring me happiness and peace.
I'm a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds.
It's a moment that I'm after, a fleeting moment, but not a frozen moment.
My everyday life is not just walking around on clouds. But you have to give the really special things in life importance and not let the temporary things roll you off the road.
There is no cloud above my head - there is not even a mist.
I will not leave a corner of my consciousness covered up, but saturate myself with the strange and extraordinary new conditions of this life, and it will all refine itself into poetry later on.
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