My memories pile up Like clumsy white clouds Against a backdrop of pure blue Casually bumping into each other Without a "pardon me" Or a second glance Memories compiled of the days we spent The days where every second was Filled with feeling Whether it be intense and passionate Or lonely and desolate I'm not sure if I feel anymore Or if I've become like the sun Lazily drifting in out of the clouds Sometimes radiating artificial warmth If only to try to keep others happy And it's becoming harder to escape The muddle of these puffy white shapes And more and more nights I'm spending lying awake at Times of the night that cause overthinking in some And pregnancies in others Trying to blow the clouds off the Remnants of my sanity But I can't seem to find a way To make my skies clear blue again