I had a friend who told me he wanted to be a cloud. I never understood why. I was younger then, more alive, more naïve, less...scarred and angry.
Anyway, I get it now.
What a wonderful life, to not have to fight for what you want, to have no plans, to just drift. Let the wind take you where it wants, let the rains come, and the sun shine, and you'll still be there, floating.
Here I am, tired from fighting wars that aren't mine, feeling that death is more of a blessing than a tragedy, again; waiting for the darkness to envelope me in its embrace like a mother would. I can cry in the dark, no one will judge me.
I am tired.
I want to be a cloud, too.
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