As a child I thought one could hold clouds in their hands
Rip out a fluffy chunk and stuff it in your pocket
I thought they were solid, stable things
I thought they would be able to support people
But they don't do that
They engulf the things around them
Surround them with their qualities
Infiltrate and caress the beings in their realm in every way and place possible
And become one with the being that they intertwine with, leaving a piece of them with the person forever
Now I know
That it is not a solid object I can hold, it is not something that will always be there to support me
But forever and for eternity, a part of it will always be inside me
