Mondays. I dread them.

Today I've made cloud watching an official hobby of mine. Although the skies haven't been clear for the earlier part of the day, I found the ritual soothing. At least now I can spot nimbus clouds with my untrained eye. I can predict their movements even though they lay frozen frames in the manuscript of time. I look and I look. To the far reaches and beyond. Fate, can there be still such a thing?

The blue heavens conjured a shelf of white fluffy mallows. They arrived orderly and blocked out the sun. A concoction of silver and brightness riveted through the hollow sky. Will it rain today? The Gods stood proud over their silver spoons that dissolved into whipped cream in the distance. And the world continued revolving: revolving around the sun.

Staring towards the unlaced skies my mind cleared, just as the clouds parted and I felt a little closer to emancipation, a little closer to being in heaven and a little closer to being real. My friends are now my life. We are all magnets unto ourselves. We attract and dettract in an random but regular fashion. Positives and negatives attract. Ying and Yang. Male-Female. Once a neutral charge is obtained everything becomes one. Everything is blurred so that it overrides the system, hijacking all the emotions.

My mind caught inside the eye of a giant whirlwind peeled towards the ocean. I am on a pilgrimage to find myself.

A grain of sand on the beach drifted as the current dragged it, sucking it so that it rested gently and comfortably inside the bellow of the ocean floor. Untouched. Unscathed. And an eerie pristine innocence remained. Left out to decay.

Fine.
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Things happen so fast that sometimes you can lose count. Sometimes it feels better to return to the skin that you have recently shed, it feels warmer and more inviting. Even so, its important that we remain ourselves (whatever that may be?)