So Many Frickin’ Clouds

When I look up, I see clouds. Like so many frickin' clouds. I’m pretty sure a storm is brewing, but I don’t care enough to bother to take shelter.

I think clouds are God’s inkblot test.

Whenever you look up at the cloud, you see exactly what you want. Everything becomes so clear.

So, as I squinted into the sky, staring at the glaring sun, preparing to go blind, why can’t I see what I want? Why can’t I see beyond these stupid clouds and see your side of heaven? I don’t need God to act like my therapist and give me white fluffy bunnies, I just need you back with me.

Please come down soon. I miss you.