I Try To Express Myself Through Writing
There is a swirling motion in the clouds. They are twirling and spinning around, forming something miraculous.
The handle is white like crack and the body of the cloud is stretching, it almost looks like a tube with a handle.
On top is an opening, but on the bottom there is only cloud. It can't be a tube, it is similar to a cave.
Oh, Mr. Windman, behave!
He has done it again. A sculpture dropped down from heaven, a hat-trick of the clouds, the ocean blended with the forest and poured onto the sky.
A hairy formation appears from nowhere, like a monkey fused together with a shark. That fiend crept up to the sky in disguise. These brave animals had become amalgamated and there was no incertitude after you saw its eyes. These eyes were, dark, flaming with passion, but they had a bright blue shine of understanding; A green gleam of determination. This beast was no savage, it had thoughts of a clear sky and a fertile garden.
Shonkey was not just a dreamer, it was a servant. A servant for itself and for the clouds. Never had it betrayed its fluffy master and never had it been whipped until it bled like a prison snitch.
Once Shonkey upset the Moon and it almost drowned in shame. There was no greater apprehension for it than realizing its humanity. Having the features of an angry herd of camels, still pertaining to humanity. Its emotions were swiveled in the most demanding way. It couldn't relinquish the mortality that burned in its soul.
"There was only one task to be done today. This assignment must be finished immediately", thought Shonkey.
But it wasn't meant to be achieved. Shonkey laid his present thoughts to rest and dug deeper inside the memories in its brain. A small water drop squeezed from his world seeing organ. This drop was red with pain, like a soldier's sword after an execution. Another drop, but now a blue one, a tear of understanding, much less pain here, just acknowledgement of Shonkey's thoughts. Then came the king of them all; The Sonny to its Cher, the ice to the winter lake, the scissors to a pair of lesbians.
The green accumulation of feeling. It was something to be feared and admired, something to be kept secret, but known to some. Never to be shown to your enemies, only to your heart and every heart that had grown its vines onto your red beating factory of veins.
These tears formed a strong stream, a river that contained Shonkey's core. Down Shonkey's hairy face they slid, without any sound, without any recognition from its demonic side.
Allowed to flow with ease. This river was first colourful, but now a pleasant shade of green. The natural emotion was prevailing and there was no hate, no corruption, no deception, no anger, no fear, there was only a connection with the truth.
The river poured down into the empty cave. This lonely, empty cave was filled with the purest of emotions. You could sense the gratitude bursting from the cave, once a lonely soul, but whatever happened from this moment on the cave knew that its soul had been intertwined with another one.
The fluid was drunk swiftly, because its green shine was irresistible. There was little doubt that this would happen, and the cave knew that even though there was no lake within, there was still an invisible connection to this other soul, a strong, impregnable flow of understanding, a link that couldn't be broken even when these two were separated. This bond was warm, it possessed characteristics of the sun, and without any thought it still knew that it is the strongest notion in the world.
The handle is white like crack and the body of the cloud is stretching, it almost looks like a tube with a handle.
On top is an opening, but on the bottom there is only cloud. It can't be a tube, it is similar to a cave.
Oh, Mr. Windman, behave!
He has done it again. A sculpture dropped down from heaven, a hat-trick of the clouds, the ocean blended with the forest and poured onto the sky.
A hairy formation appears from nowhere, like a monkey fused together with a shark. That fiend crept up to the sky in disguise. These brave animals had become amalgamated and there was no incertitude after you saw its eyes. These eyes were, dark, flaming with passion, but they had a bright blue shine of understanding; A green gleam of determination. This beast was no savage, it had thoughts of a clear sky and a fertile garden.
Shonkey was not just a dreamer, it was a servant. A servant for itself and for the clouds. Never had it betrayed its fluffy master and never had it been whipped until it bled like a prison snitch.
Once Shonkey upset the Moon and it almost drowned in shame. There was no greater apprehension for it than realizing its humanity. Having the features of an angry herd of camels, still pertaining to humanity. Its emotions were swiveled in the most demanding way. It couldn't relinquish the mortality that burned in its soul.
"There was only one task to be done today. This assignment must be finished immediately", thought Shonkey.
But it wasn't meant to be achieved. Shonkey laid his present thoughts to rest and dug deeper inside the memories in its brain. A small water drop squeezed from his world seeing organ. This drop was red with pain, like a soldier's sword after an execution. Another drop, but now a blue one, a tear of understanding, much less pain here, just acknowledgement of Shonkey's thoughts. Then came the king of them all; The Sonny to its Cher, the ice to the winter lake, the scissors to a pair of lesbians.
The green accumulation of feeling. It was something to be feared and admired, something to be kept secret, but known to some. Never to be shown to your enemies, only to your heart and every heart that had grown its vines onto your red beating factory of veins.
These tears formed a strong stream, a river that contained Shonkey's core. Down Shonkey's hairy face they slid, without any sound, without any recognition from its demonic side.
Allowed to flow with ease. This river was first colourful, but now a pleasant shade of green. The natural emotion was prevailing and there was no hate, no corruption, no deception, no anger, no fear, there was only a connection with the truth.
The river poured down into the empty cave. This lonely, empty cave was filled with the purest of emotions. You could sense the gratitude bursting from the cave, once a lonely soul, but whatever happened from this moment on the cave knew that its soul had been intertwined with another one.
The fluid was drunk swiftly, because its green shine was irresistible. There was little doubt that this would happen, and the cave knew that even though there was no lake within, there was still an invisible connection to this other soul, a strong, impregnable flow of understanding, a link that couldn't be broken even when these two were separated. This bond was warm, it possessed characteristics of the sun, and without any thought it still knew that it is the strongest notion in the world.
By:
FoggyKoala
Age:
18-21
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Male
