Missed your poetry lately, dear Maple... such a heaviness in this, in only existing as the world becomes more suffocating, and you try to cling to the hope of tomorrow and the dreams and sense of freedom that clouds can give. The hope of something greater to hold on to, to gaze at.

Hugs to you <3

Hope, it's the only thing left to hang onto and in this write each stanza describes your anxiety and the questions of future. Theres also the bright side of hope...hold onto it,
Take care ~