Into the deep fabrics of our fates, the pastel clouds of placidity float among the elegant sky.
The shades of cotton candy pink waltz in harmony with the particles of pixie dust gold that reflect rays from the eruptions of inspiration.
As the songs of the heavens play, the gentle clouds sway to the rhythm of the wind; ignorant to the clinging blue storms of apprehension.
Into the depths of its despair, the sky changes into the hues of a colourless void; emptiness and the lack of energy flood into its gaps.
Time itself does not exist in this vacuum; life itself does not exist in this vacuum.
The reigning class of indigo clouds govern over the once bright sky; dissolving the existence of the rosy smoke and golden flakes.
The light reflected from the glowing sun of stimuli drowns into a world of dimness; attempting to reclaim its throne.
Days of rebellion pass under the guise of night; reality itself does not exist in this vacuum.
The locales that once brought tranquility disperse into particles; waiting to rebirth from the eruptions of inspiration that craft the rays of light.
Waiting to reclaim its throne and golden crown forged in pride; and waiting to reclaim its kingdom of pink clouds and pixie dust.
These skies of darkness and light exist within our minds and souls. They come and go as the weather changes; it is an inevitable force of nature.
Yet the environments that we indulge cause these impacts. Some may bring happiness, knowledge, and inspiration; some may bring isolation and uncertainty.
It is up to the nature of our minds to pass the moments until the thrones of our bright kingdoms are reclaimed by the feelings of serenity and bliss.
We must be patient with ourselves during times of darkness; our golden crowns forged in pride shall come again to brighten our ever-changing skies.
With patience, we might be able to finally indulge in those pink clouds and pixie dust…
… once more.