How do clouds move so swiftly and gently across the colossal sky; not afraid to lose themselves in the dusk.

How are they so confident, flourishing all their shapes and sizes?
They aren’t afraid to wander alone, apart from rainy days when they keep each other company.

Clouds absorb the beauty that nature doesn’t always show us.
And when they luster with warm golden tones; they are smiling down at us.

~P.H

Smoking a Cigarette after cigarette he sat alone in the doom dark with the streetlights reflecting of his emerald green eyes;
His bruised lungs covering his broken heart inhaled the same poisonous air again;
But it wasn’t the cigarette that was killing him.
It was the thought of seeing her happy with someone else.

~P.H