Reach for the clouds

Dreaming freely

Sadness in the shroud

Believing keenly

Little children

Wondering minds

What to do then

Another kind...

When I was little, I used to lay outside and reach my hands up to the sky above, convinced I could touch the great moving clouds of if I just extended my arms a little further and run my palms over the world no ground dwellers could see. With every growth spurt, I would try again and again and again with no progress. My parents kept encouraging me.

“Never stop reaching for great hights,” my mothe...

When I was little,

I used to lay outside and reach my hands up the the sky above,

convinced I could touch the great moving clouds

if I could just extend my arm a little further.

Now I reach for caffeine,

For my headphones,

For books.

For my stupid drink mix

because I’m always tired except for when I need to sleep.

For the words so I can just keep on escaping.

These worlds will never be min...

When I was little, I used to lie outside and reach my hands out to the sky above, convinced I could touch the great moving clouds, if I just extended my arms a little further, I can still remember the way Papa used to speak about her, his voice a mix of reverence and sorrow. He said that Mum was up there, in a place he called heaven, where the sun always shone, and pain no longer existed. But now,...

Blue sky

Up so high

Often wondered why

The sky was high

Then one day

The grass and hay

Made me say

And stay the day...

When I was little I used to lay outside and reach my hands up to the sky above, convinced I could touch the great moving clouds if I just extended my arms a little further. I remember the warmth of the grass under my back, the smell of sun-soaked earth, and the way the clouds always seemed just within reach, as if they were waiting for me.

Now, sitting here beside Alec, the memory feels impossibl...

**When I was little, I used to lay outside and reach my hands up to the sky above, convinced I could touch the great moving clouds if I just extended my arms a little further.** I reached as far as I could. I even squinted my eyes and moved my vision in different angles to at least give me the perspective that I was actually doing it. It was close enough!

I’d even put both my legs straight i...

To be above the clouds

looking at the stars

impossibly bright

so close, yet so far

is to be on top of the world

Almost as if I can reach out

and use the Big Dipper

for my next meal

Constellations I’ve never seen

are within my grasp

A sea of clouds beneath me

Skating on by

on an invisible skating rink

I marvel at the sky

On this aerial path

it’s like I’m a part

of this ever changing canvas

and I...

When I was little,I used to lay outside and reach my hands up to the sky above,convinced I could touch the great moving clouds if I just extended my arms a little further. My dad would watch me and let me dream while my mom shut me down saying I was too tiny to catch one. I vowed one day I would touch one,just to prove her wrong and she would laugh hard. My dad said “Your mommy is just jealous how...

When Anastasia was little, she used to lay outside in the palace gardens and reached her hands up to the sky above. She was convinced she could touch the great moving clouds if she just extended her arms just a little further.

Tinka never got to to that. She didn’t have the privilege to have childlike wonder like her older sister did.

She grew up in a war she never wanted to be apart of.

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