A Storm Beneath the Clouds

A Storm Beneath the Clouds

I gaze down upon the untouched landscape beneath me. Uncorrupted, desolate and beautiful. I rest my tired legs and attempt to absorb every detail with my humble eye. Every crest, every wave, every ripple in the vast ocean of clouds. No lights to flicker in the distance except the final, dying embers of the sun’s warm glow. I descend, replenished, into the cold abyss of society with nothing to cling to within my confined space in the mechanical pecking order of human nature, but dreams of escape. I begin to caress my very memories, out of fear that I shall never see them again.


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