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Is it me or do you also fell like chasing these clouds?
Is it me or you also lie down on ground and can stare them for hours?
Is it me or these clouds provide you with a moment of peace?
Is it me or do you like to make out shapes out of clouds?
Is it me or you also want to be a cloud flying high ,freely?

Why do you think they feel like these?
Why sometimes I try to find answers within them? As if they'll come down and take me with them to fly high and wherever the wind takes...
And yet here I am , still hoping they'll come down for me:)