If I fell to the clouds would they let me stay? Suspended above the land, above the people I would lay… its cold up here. Snowflakes on my window. Oh so unique. The flakes out there are like the flakes within me. I’m created from thoughts each one is contradicting. It may not make sense to you but to me its fitting. The hardest part is thinking in a sea of blank minds. What we search for always seems to be less than we find. That’s why if I fell to the clouds they’d reveal everything I never cared to know. Like how fast I’d fall or how far I’d go. So…… I think I’ll stay where I’m at. I’d rather not know the answers to questions I’ve never asked.