Cloudy

He became a cloud as easily as he had become anything else in his life. The cloud was expansive, fitting all forms and spreading or contracting upon suggestion. He arrived in the cloud inside of the lull of day, when time moved so slowly that his body dissipated into something other than human-formed atoms. His soul shifted into something more transcendent, evolving, unconfined and abstract, and the moment his napping eyes snapped open he no longer had eyes. He had long stretches of mist and vapor and curls of air transfixed between two different physical forms. His eyes were tactile feelings and his emotions pulled or stretched his form embodiment on relaxation or tension.

At first he simply floated on top of the wind current, trepidation causing him to cling the breathy ends of himself into a tighter unit for fear of dispersion of who he used to be. But after a couple of miles of floating, his breath shaped him into undefined representations of how he wished he could present his inside feelings as a human, as a normal person although he was now cloudlike and removed from those ideals. The paranoia of losing himself into the winds was unfounded; he stretched far to the horizon in a thin, wispy layer and retained his permanence. He concentrated himself into an impressive rain cloud and noticed the darkening of his coloring as his intensity and focus intermixed. He made his intentions into very random forms and reliefs and accents, often comedic or representational, above or around the terrain he crossed.

His speed of travel was rated by the current, by the activity of motion of his surrounding forces. He could only constrict into an impossibly gray, menacing enormity to lag his clip. Or to gain distance he would spread out in a line or thinly extend across all directions and cover incredible distances in his redundant circular flow. Not once did he ever think to seep into thick fog, or to hover over, oh say a swamp or cemetery or valley; he moved, he glided, he exhaled expansion and inhaled molecular concentrated activity. He did not remember beyond himself and he had no perceived goal or destination. Wondering if he was alone, he leaked rain quietly over a familiar neighborhood and place and time, mourning his ever-fading passage.