At the ripe age of 5,

I’d see dinosaurs and princesses flying up above.

I’d be happier than anything

as my friends and I would fire debates.

“It’s obviously a turtle wearing a bow tie!”

“No, it’s a snake reading a book!”

I saw a bird driving a car.

With my first boyfriend,

observing the sky.

Being the typical cliche couple.

Seeing hearts dotting the blue field up above.

Those hearts, and mine would be washed away in the wind

Spiraling down,

the sky being foreign

My blinds always closed

But if I turned my gaze up,

the clouds would probably be black

blocking out the light

But then I met you

You cleared the sky of those stormy clouds

You revealed the blue fields above once again

Revealed the beaming Sun I blocked out for so long

Never have the rays on my skin felt so reviving

The clouds reappeared

Shapes forming with a new love

A new experiment turned relationship

It´s not a cookie-cutter shape,

but love is love,

and everyone sees the clouds in a different way.