"chase all the clouds from the sky"

bare branches reaching up into an almost summery blue sky. almost like they're hoping to catch the wisps of clouds flying across the blue expanse.
going head to head with my best friend. dreaming and laughing like there's nothing wrong in the world.
fuck shooting stars, i wish i had a cloud in my pocket.
trace all the shapes that we possibly can.
take some of the cotton candy or maple syrup of the clouds, touch the spiky branches, and then switch. and when you're all done, wash your hands of this affair in the blue.
silly bear.
i wish i was like you, always smiling, even when things are wrong.
but i know that happiness never lasts forever.