Cloudy thoughts

No longer just passing through

I often stop myself from sharing my writing, and not necessarily out of fear, but more out of wanting what I’ve written to feel as solid to me as possible; Is this really what I think?… Can I give it more space to see how it looks after a good night’s sleep?… And so on.

I awake to see yesterday’s words not quite match today’s mind. I tell myself I enjoy the fleeting, that not everything needs to be captured, and sharing my words on Instagram Stories suits that feeling just fine. And if I’m being honest, I know that place has made me a better writer.

A writer, just renewed and returned after 24 hours. A writer with an expiry date.

Yet there I am, posting a permanent picture of a cloud to my Instagram feed. A cloud which has long since dissipated.

That cloud put no thought into being a cloud that day, it just was. Passing through. Or at least trying to.

It even lives on as a printed cloud in my online print shop, a limitless cloud offering to the masses, water droplets hung and held behind glass until who knows when?

And so here I am, no longer just passing through, with a vow to share more of my thought clouds.

Maybe you will too.