Written by Emily Harstone | June 13, 2017
Lost in my own little world.
Up and below, there you are.
John realized rescue was not coming.
It stayed there all day, waiting.
She made time to be herself.
She said goodbye, it wasn’t hard.
Cloud paused and checked her invitation.
Death suspended between heaven and Hell
The purple cloud transcends oceanic ecology.
Storms begin with a single cloud
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Lost in my own little world.
Up and below, there you are.
John realized rescue was not coming.
It stayed there all day, waiting.
She made time to be herself.
She said goodbye, it wasn’t hard.
Cloud paused and checked her invitation.
Death suspended between heaven and Hell
The purple cloud transcends oceanic ecology.
Storms begin with a single cloud