Touching clouds as a child was a daily occurrence
Thin cirrus clouds sometimes roam with people all day
Giving everything a damp cool feeling
Late night famously hard to drive round Sunset
Stratus clouds long thick consistent
Hide the mighty Pacific Ocean from one's eye
And sometimes the cumulus clouds big dense fluffy prevent sight one hand away
Opaque grey in a city of lights and bridges hills and valleys
I played in clouds all day as child on the streets of
San Francisco
Words don't fail me now Spill out like the wails of mothers losing their babies at the auction block words comfort me like the prayers at dawn during The Fast to our benevolent God Muster up lifelong
It feels like flushed cheeks and pulsating jawbones It feels empty It feels like blood rapidly popping as it travels from heart It feels like nothing It feels like under/over eating It feels like a vo
The anxiety makes the stomach flip The depression makes the limbs heavy The tug and pull Is overwhelming and nauseating Gags Short breaths Teeth chattering Big sighs as tears roll down
