#songodtheclouds

[chuckakot]

This rain won’t stop falling, as if it will make the world bereave for good, soaked in sadness, bathed in blood for the love spilled over to sweet nothings. The loud outcry of the sky, on such thunderous evening will never allow the sun to shine. The sun will weep, and its tears devoured by its own flame. No one ever saw how the sun cried. But wait, go outside and wander to the shelves of the night, thereupon, and way up ahead, in the nativity of the polar skies, northern lights beamed with colors of green and opaque red, tandems of yellow and indigo which I thought and could've known the tears of the sun.

Chuck Akot

[chuckakot]

“The friction between us can be the spark that is not a superficial force. It’s the beginning of something unwanted. Imagine if we slide on each other’s skin, our hair tingles, as if the magnets of the Earth were pulverized by our own temptation.”