Clouds that are infinite.

Clouds.
There are clouds in my head; they are pregnant with rain.
Rain.
Monsoon showers that wash away my doubts and rinse me of my insecurities. They moisten the ground, so the seeds become flowers.
Flowers.
They grow into greatness and majesty, into the sky, out of the sky.
The sky.
The empty sea of azure through which we fly. It symbolises hope, uncertainty and infinity.
Infinity.
Clouds. Rain. Flowers. The sky.
You. Me.
Infinity.

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