Clouds (Writings from inside a sleeve)

They arrive suddenly.

Like clouds invading a clear blue sky.
It starts with a slight tingling, through which the sky are still blue and empty of any trace of a cloud, and yet there is a profound feeling that something is about to arrive.

Like in a movie when the scene is still innocent but the soundtrack hints that something aweful is about to happen.

I notice it, I recognize it.
Then, comes fear. Gripping to the bone.

Reminds the moment when one stands in front of nature’s wild forces and realizes that all the power one has will not help at this moment.
I’m afraid and at the same time I know I have no choice but to let it be, for all will happen anyway.

I just wish to get under the covers and turn into the smallest ball possible until it passes and the blue sky returns.

Being

Imagine a situation where being with yourself is an unbearable experience,but not as unbearable as being in the company of anyone else.It’s like being a fish allergic to water,or a leaf allergic to the tree,or a wave allergic to the sea,or a ray of sunlight allergic to the sky,or simply

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Traffic light

Maybe,just maybe,it’s meI’ve been waiting for. To stop trying to understandand start to feel.To stop offering meall kinds of wise and beautiful advicedisconnected from the realityof what I’ve been through,what I’m going through. The one who will simply listen—to the pain,to the struggle,to the tears that sometimes just won’t stop—without

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When I sit with you in the morning

When I sit with you in the morning,I’m not always understood,but I’m always seen. I’ve never felt that you try to hurt meor that you are hurt by me. Even when I feel you didn’t understand me,and I correct you,you listen,accept,try to understand. And it’s clear to me,as it is

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