I think the clouds are exhausted

I think the clouds are exhausted. I think that's why they cry. It explains why they've given themselves up to the breeze and why they aren't strong enough to fight the aeroplanes that wound them. Its why the daydream, and sleepwalk into the shapes they're imagining. I truly believe the clouds are exhausted.

I think the sun is a romantic. She glows with the radiance of a women baring a child. Yet she is aware of these high expectations and so she refuses to confess her love for the moon. She runs during the day and hides during the night. She cant bare the thought of disappointment- she's much to content for that. I truly believe the sun is a romantic.

I think the stars are rebellious. They revel in darkness; ignorant and stubborn. They are aware of their beauty and so live on the line between arrogance and confidence. They make the night their playground, watching the secrets of humankind unfold. But notice how you never see a star appear alone... I think they are plagued by hidden insecurities. But I truly believe the stars are rebellious.

I think the moon is heartbroken. He never feels whole- a part of him is always missing. He is tired of the never ending games played by the sun, but he still relies on her to feel alive. He hides behind the stars to mask his lack of confidence. I truly believe the moon is heartbroken.

I think the lightening is a leader. He is followed by sounds of praise wherever he goes. His confidence brightens the sky and however fleeting, his present strikes the world in a way that sends sparks roaring inside you're chest. I truly believe the lightening is a leader.

I think the sky is maternal. She ensures equilibrium across the universe. We look up to her when we feel lost, we seek comfort in her when we lose a loved one. She looks over us- protecting our narrow minds from an abyss of the unknown. I truly believe the sky is maternal.