August 2010
i’m just a little black rain cloud,
hovering under the honey tree.
i’m just a little black rain cloud,
pay no attention to me.
honey tree wakes up one day to find a snivelling fluff of black hovering under its glossy leaves that catches dawn’s first rays. he stares at the strange black fluff for awhile, branches creaking in curiousity and a little distaste at the incessant...
flying high
you wonder how hard it is to touch the skies, wonder how tangible the mere wisps of clouds seem to be. it has always been your dream to be something like a superman - not strong, but powerful and cool enough to soar to the skies and touch that beautiful cloak of azure.
no one has ever flown close enough to reach the sky before, you note. the news always described futile attempts from...
