Cumulus Cloud Castle
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stadarooniEmpathy is the human superpower.
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Are things better up in the clouds?

Cumulus Cloud Castle

Up in the clouds, winged words float and flutter like a fairytale fever

Up in the clouds, winged words float and flutter like a fairytale fever gusting into the gale of a blindfolded believer –

Up in the clouds, winged words float and flutter like a fairytale fever gusting into the gale of a blindfolded believer – my heart-burned hopes.

But down there, the daylight doesn’t deluge

But down there, the daylight doesn’t deluge and the vanilla veil of vapour and validation vanishes

But down there, the daylight doesn’t deluge and the vanilla veil of vapour and validation vanishes like the colour of air.

Up here milky melodies mail merry messages of marble miracles

Up here milky melodies mail merry messages of marble miracles and dairy dreams of ivory ice-cream that streams a scream of salvation –

a pearly plaster that zig-zags a zombie Zamboni over my starburst stress.

The clouds are a conundrum of my stratus sorrow that sediment a ghostly glaze

The clouds are a conundrum of my stratus sorrow that sediment a ghostly glaze dazing the fogged phases of moonlit midnight

The clouds are a conundrum of my stratus sorrow that sediment a ghostly glaze dazing the fogged phases of moonlit midnight and blazing the bliss of cirrus sunrise

until the alarm clock candle cocks a cloak of rhapsody rhetoric.

They say that I should keep my head up high,

They say that I should keep my head up high, but this castle is a lie.

The flurry feelings I have are down there,

The flurry feelings I have are down there, something that I have buried under a sundae slurry of synthetic sunshine

The flurry feelings I have are down there, something that I have buried under a sundae slurry of synthetic sunshine and waxed worries.

The sky is an Arcadian angel of cerulean satisfaction

The sky is an Arcadian angel of cerulean satisfaction but only a fraction of frosted feelings flow into the bloodless bleached beauty of blesses.

My lifeblood of lion longing lingers for lightning

My lifeblood of lion longing lingers for lightning and the thrush of thunder to wonder the winding woes away.

I will clear my cloud castle that shrouds me into a shell of nimbus nightmares.

I am awake.

(Aside) I didn't expect to write today, but after reading Virginia Woolf and reading my Geography textbook -- and @badwriter's latest piece -- I got inspiration for a piece for the daily prompt! :)

This might have been the most fun piece to write in a while, as I wasn't stuck on any part for that long. Also, I toned down the alliterations for this one just a tad, haha. :D I hope this one feels uplifting, though!

I also hope that you all enjoyed this piece and that you are all having a fantastic weekend! Take care, Commaful! <3

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