Another World

Sean Lassiter
Jul 30, 2017 · 1 min read

The perspective up here is different.

Higher, sure, but that’s too simple

a description. It’s a beauty we don’t often

see down there. We live in our man made

jungles and try to forget what is above us.

We like to trick ourselves that we’re at the

top. But, in their own way, the clouds are.

They’re just water in another of it’s many

forms. They look like blue-gray hills from

above.

When they rumble, I relax.

Thunder reminds me of the beating drum

in my chest. Sometimes, that drum will be

too much for me to handle. It’ll rage

against me, like a storm. That’s when I’ll

have to look up, past the clouds,

to the horizon. Then I’ll see

the dawn approaching.

Sean Lassiter

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