My head is in the clouds and I'm not trying to bring it back down. “Come back to reality," "get your head out of the clouds." I'm not lost. I know exactly where I am. I am above the heaviness, where I can breathe without the pressure of everything that exists at ground level pressing down on my chest.
Escapism is not a flaw, wanting respite from the constant noise and obligation and performance. Here, in the clouds, everything is softer. The edges blur. The sharp things can't reach.
I'm searching for serenity, and I won't find it with my feet planted firmly on ground that's always shifting, on earth that is just the illusion of itself. So let them say I'm disconnected. I'm exactly where I need to be, head in the clouds, finding peace in the soft white nothing for a while.
Mizuyokaii, 2026
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