candy

I absorb the grayness of the moment like a child eating candy but the dark clouds are no match for my ambition so without contrition I plow ahead admiring all that I see and imagining there are places to be as memories in great detail are released by the restful nights and angels guide my eyes to search upwards towards the heavens and past the low-lying clouds that I can see over and through and those images leave me just enough to dream about and aspire to as the misty droplets and wispy edges are so unlike the bulwark of trees I call reality consuming me in this part of glory and out of the firmament we will be