On a Cloudnine night, dark skyline blackish star-less-night. Scary atmosphere terrifying, ugly and lazy. Nothang interesting about night but dream. However Dreamers sleep not but live their DREAM. Man dies for fortune searching in vain. Wishing a kinda Cloudnine night ! #C9_fm
Big up stay on top ! The sky is always high, however there's no higher mountain ⛰ as heaven. And the Holy sacred Book 📙 of the Christian's declared seven heavens. Everyone wishes to stay alive and nevertheless everybody wants to make heaven. Drop forget, Heaven is right there in you create your paradise. #C9_fm
Heavy drops for days immitating the sunrays 'the bonds of heaven'
Haiku # 9 I envision a meteor falling into the ocean, and the commotion bursts into rain (at least from where I am standing). Glimmering cobwebs. Chirping birds drying in my domain. What do you see from the ambiguity of a haiku?
the hazy atmosphere reflects how sometimes your eyes just- defocus. . as tendrils drip off branches, they become the worries that manifest in the back of your head, dancing around the stem of your mind. . frigid air mimics the chills you get as you sit on your bed, staring blankly at a blue-lit screen. the wind howls with thoughts racing through your mind; a rain droplet, suspended on the surface are words at the tip of your fingers, frozen, waiting for release; permission to plummet to their true place in the world. . the mist and raindrops on the window are weight on your shoulders and periodic piercing stabs in your chest. . ~wind chill is the waves of sadness traveling in whatever random intervals~ clouds rolling in and out bring both unease and angst, and silence and solace. . but, same as torrential storms, with time, the sadness passes. where your body experiences incredible pangs of hurt, eventually, you’ll feel peace pour over you the way rain covers the world in a crystalline curtain- . if i’m honest, i think rainy days embody aspects of dissociation and/or depression really well