Dedication to the clouds

There she goes, carrying her luggage in a crowded train station.This cloudy afternoon, puffy creamy clouds are making child of their own, baby clouds.Seems like the joyful family meeting and partying over the ignnoration of umprepared umbrella lacking individuals. Shall it rain, or shall it reign? The old lady next to me is chewing a crispy Lion bar, I can hear her grinding with nervosity.Why so serious? Some college girls walk by loudly laughing about .
I cannot understand the fun in train delay conversation so I take out my iPod and start shuffling around songs. It's a cloudy yet not rainy afternoon. I am leaving town for a few weeks.I feel some kind of pitty for apparently no reason;Whilst I search my baggage of psychological motives I hear Nat King Cole singing "for sentimental reasons".Is that so? I miss my home yet I have not taken the train to completely leave it. It's a strange love for my home and goes to the insanity of sentimental concern for: walls, the piss smell and the filthy smoke.
I wish I'd never travel with this ponderous guilt.How can I be freed of it? No more break-up: no home,friend,love,summer sick.Can't I carry it on in a place where there's no city corner to shatter my memory box? No wonder I can't get no sleep.Careful you are three years old.The first time you walked into a train you were smiling like a stupid asshole.Now you're just so calm about the whole situation.No wonder I can't do nothing about it, I lack the energy.
Cloud meeting and cloud talking that's more better.What are you doing up there? You forgot to pick me up on the way.I am here, for no reason at all, just to breathe the air I don't need.I need my air, the one that makes me be.. myself, not a pathetic loser. The break ups must be more of a relief with no more gathering fire-work thunders for you. You meet, you fight, you cry and then you break up. Still, rain hasn't been more wonderful.I am seriously considering joining your exclusive club.
The fact is I can stare at you all my life without getting bored,I love that.
Back here we're just stupid, we are used to produce absolutly nothing without thundering fights. The tears don't bother anyone , in fact we don't need umbrellas for it, we just close the eyes and play busy.The fight is always for stupid reasons we believe in thouroughly aaannd we never meet again.Sometimes we think about meeting for hours, we fall asleep and wake up feeling absolutely nothing. We buy stupid things we don't need just to feel better incorporated in this society that does not give a shit about us.Hell fuck, we must sell our souls to better smiles and better bodies and beautifully happy faces, exquisite clothing .The devil must be a self satisfied asshole, he receives everything for free while the idiots give the last penny in the pocket to fool the world that has already fooled itself.
This reality show is surely fucking great mastered, but it got me so bored I try to never look at it. The break ups are the ones, that concern me a lot.I think they re the only thing this world sees of human implication. I hate the Lion crispy bar and most of all I hate myself for waiting that much.How do I make it through ? I have a true life but I am abandoning for self finding in this huge reality show that does not imply any emotion, no feelings baby, just activities .

I wish it rained more often, i love rain,it makes me free.