Clouds in the head

In a world where the lines of reality and dreams are intertwined, there is a rookery of sadness, monotony and tarnished colors. The story about him resembles clouds floating across the sky in silence. Far away, in the innermost expanses of the firmament, the clouds thicken, as if tired souls sigh under a heavy burden. A thick layer covers them with an ever-fading haze, making you forget the true radiance of the sun. They drift, spreading across the sky, like shining smiles covered with oblivion. In this sky of forgotten dreams, the beautiful stars, as before, still shine, but their light fades, piercing the clouds with sadness. They try to reach the ground, but their brilliance dims halfway, their screams drown in the silence of suppressed power. The broken radiance bends the familiar shapes of clouds, creating images that play a game of illusions. But these clouds are just a reflection of the true emptiness behind the mask of indifference. They hover without purpose and parrol, like souls abandoned in a world of pain and shadow. Every insulted by the color of the firmament, every monologue cooled by love in the silence of the clouds is an experience of that agony that disturbs the mind. All this feverish desire of clouds to pierce themselves through, desperately looking for meaning in this barrier of darkness. The cloudy sky is a metaphor for pain and frustration when the sun is mercilessly eclipsed by the shackles of depression. It is sad and beautiful, like a weapon in the hands of invisible shadows, seeking to cut off every needle of light and forget about hope. In this sky, the most beautiful crying of the soul, the evidence of art, the ineffable monologues of colors, sending hidden messages to those who look from below, are hidden. Each cloud is a lonely sigh of a suffering being, striving to pour out his torments in the ether. And yet, let the rain envelop them, washing away the pain, let the clouds thicken, creating the illusion of hopelessness, a cry of hope hides in every dark silence. The sky in the clouds is an eternal battle between light and darkness, where each luminary is fighting for its survival. And although the path of freedom may not be visible, hope is the only thing that remains for those who seek light in the depths of the soul.