dear cloudy sky diary,
when i look up, i'm the one who tries to look beyond the clouds, past the sky even, to the place where the sky begins. i've never got to see it though, but i am sure i've seen the end. the clouds keep the dreams within reach because some like to keep reminding everyone who listens, "the sky is the limit." if i was a cactus, i would do anything to grow by the sea. how rare would that be? i would be a big fat and very tall cactus with one eye always to the sky.
when i look up, i'm the one who tries to look beyond the clouds, past the sky even, to the place where the sky begins. i've never got to see it though, but i am sure i've seen the end. the clouds keep the dreams within reach because some like to keep reminding everyone who listens, "the sky is the limit." if i was a cactus, i would do anything to grow by the sea. how rare would that be? i would be a big fat and very tall cactus with one eye always to the sky.
