I looked up into the bright blue sky.
It was littered with big, puffy, serendipitous spectacles scattered across the space.
Big, airy things of beauty called clouds.
They come in all kinds of sizes, shapes, and colors, but they're always so pretty.
I watched as they moved ever so slowly across the vast ocean above.
Then, I got to thinking.
I'm never going to see these clouds again.
These gorgeous specimen of nature were going to be lost to me, put on their own journey until, one day, they come apart.
But, hey, that's life.
Sometimes, the clouds go away, and that's okay.
There will always be more clouds for me to see.
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Vibes by Evan Davidson
Poetry"Vibes" by Evan Davidson is a collection of original, semi-cringe poems that were written between the original quarantine period through this past year. Each and every one of them was birthed through times of hurt, heartbreak, angst, and confusion...
