My thoughts are like clouds flying in the blue sky. When I was a little girl, I imagined people, faces and animals in the clouds. Some of them were happy and beautiful ones while others were scary. Years later I learn about a psychometric test which dealt with this kind of imaginations.
Few days ago as I traveled through the clouds in a plane I tried to look for my lost loved ones in the clouds, but saw none. As a child I was told people live in the sky with the clouds after death and looked down on the earth. But where were they? May be I did not fly high enough.
