18.10.2012 – clouds
Yesterday I stared up at the cirrus clouds and marvelled at their intricate and evolving glory. Reflecting a pure light as they touch the troposphere and form ice particles.
Today I did not see. I turned my face that way and although I know it was blue and spectacular I could not see the poetry. My mind was wrapped in thick stratus. Claustrophobic and paranoia inducing fog.
As I write the clouds have passed and there lies before me the myriad of stars.
The difference in truth is citalapram.