⟶ ⟶ ᵐᵃʸ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ˡᵒᵍᵍᶦⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ… ︶︶ playing ︶︶ [the clouds - @lovemayy] {1:17} ━━━━●───── {3:24} ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ ⊹ ₊ ꕤ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜʳᵉᵈᶦᵗˢ ˢᵉᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ ꕤ ₊ ⊹ ~ words of ‘the clouds’ ~ desc/backstory to the poem. ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ ⊹ ₊ ꕤ ᶜʳᵉᵈᶦᵗˢ ꕤ ₊ ⊹ ꕤ proj ⟶ original poem by @lovemayy ꕤ thumb ⟶ @lovemayy ꕤ desc ⟶ parts from @coastelle- ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ content warnings! - themes of de@th. ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ ˡᶦⁿᵏˢ / ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᶦⁿᵈ ᵐᵉ: ᵐᵃᶦⁿ/ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᶜᶜ ⟶ @books-with-may ᵇᵒᵒᵏᶦˢʰ ˡᶦⁿᵏˢ: ᵒᶠᶠᶦᶜᶦᵃˡ ᵃᶜᶜ ⟶ @bookish-official ᵇᵒᵒᵏᶦˢʰ ˢᵗᵘᵈᶦᵒ: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/36772415/
{ please read the content warnings in the instructions } “the clouds” ⊹ ₊ ꕤ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ꕤ ₊ ⊹ the clouds look weird now that you’re up there with them and i just don’t feel content that you’re the one looking down you should be looking up right now looking up at the life you had ahead but alternatively you’re dead. i miss the way the clouds were grey, but you make them shine and gleam; what a perfect display. and even in may, the birds chirp; the sun shines. everyone seems to go to work, clearing away your things, skipping over periods of time. the clouds look weird now that you’re up there with them, i just wish i had the chance to help before then so the story could be different. ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ ⊹ ₊ ꕤ ᵇᵃᶜᵏˢᵗᵒʳʸ ꕤ ₊ ⊹ this poem represents the plain grief we go through when someone passes away. i started to see things a little differently after i lost my grandad. the clouds, are an example of that. when the sky is pretty, it feels like it’s him. when it’s grey, it usually matches how i feel. i feel his love through things like the sky, because i can’t hear him say ‘i love you’ anymore. so the poems about missing someone, and finding things to look to for the missing relationship, like the clouds. <3
