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64-66/365 Cloudy Thinking

I often wonder if I absorbed the disintegrated, evaporated particles of our fears could I float, perhaps beyond the stratosphere. Could I reflect and refract, changing reality of our existence in hues of burning oranges and somber blues. Would I brave the danger, the innate sense of impending nature, when the weight of the worlds sorrows becomes far too many and fade away under rolling thunder.

I spent around 10 hours on planes today and I’m slightly obsessed with clouds and looking out the window when flying …