Sunday, 11 January 2015

The story of the clouds

The clouds were like marshmallows, pink and white, floating in the sky as if it was a cup of hot chocolate. Well that's how i see it, and soon they will melt away and turn into nothing, just like real marshmallows do. Once they cleared, the sky was the perfect shade of blue, and it looked like a fresh summer's day. 

Isn't it weird how different people see different things? 

When i was younger i used to picture the clouds different, they were not melting marshmallows in the sky, they were animals and monsters and flowers and all sorts of different things. My imagination would go crazy, and i would lye down in the grassy, flower full fields and watch the clouds go by, in all their different wonderful shapes.
My sisters would point on out, and i would sit there for about 10 minutes trying to figure out which one they were on about before i could even see what they saw. then by the time i did, the cloud would have changed shape and turned into something different...
These were the type of things i did while i was a child, this is my story of the clouds. 

The story of the clouds are what ever you make of them, they will be different things to different people. 
They will mean different things to different people. 
Just like the clouds, we are all different, and we see things in a different light. 
Don't worry about being different, because being "weird" doesn't always mean the same thing to everyone, most people see it as a good thing. 

The story of the clouds for me, is my family. 
This was a game i would play with my sisters, and it will for ever remind me of them. 
It also reminds me, that things are changing all the time. 
Nothing stays the same, even if we want it to.

Does anyone else play this game or is it just me? 
let me know in the comments bellow!

Lilypad x

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