We fly over the clouds
I save this for the cloud.
We are sitting still over the clouds
we go fast
faster than dead
the fastest.
We are flying sitting on our butts
speed of hell
over clogged, insolent water
we soon will fall
the water will fall as well
eventually
or perhaps never
perhaps we'll never touch the ground
I cannot feel my soul back yet
I cannot remember
I do not know who is writing
if I am writing
and why
It is no use of anything
so I do not care if the cloud takes it away
multiplies it
of discards if forever
paper would do the same
memories, people do the same
all is to be erased
but now, I cannot stop.
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