The cloud approaches, cold, dark, and familiar.
My walk in the sunshine has been pleasant, yet I don't belong there.
Dark is real. The cloud is real, and it calls to me.
I would like to surrender to its familiar embrace, to once more experience the depth of feeling that only the cloud brings.
Sunshine is warm, but it will never last. Night comes always.

Still, I rembember what it was like, life inside the cloud.
Cold and misery set in and soon grow oppressive.
Soon I would forget how sunshine feels.
There would be naught but the cloud, and I would not remember to search for light.
Though at first seeking feeling and depth, I would grow numb and uncaring, withdrawn from the world outside, stuck inside the cloud.

Who will search for me in the cloud and help me escape? Will anyone notice my absence?
The only way for me to break free of my prison is to feel again. The only thing I can feel is pain.

Why does the cloud call to me, appear attractive to me? Why do I long to go to it? Do I have a choice? How does one live in the sunshine?

<font color=blue>Life is filled with tragedy; if you let it overwhelm you, you cannot enjoy life's innocent pleasures. -Robert Heinlein</font color=blue>