[this may involve some slightly sensitive subjects. And if you do find something offensive, then keep in mind that this is not meant to critique a certain thing, but my opinion may come through so please do not read if you're easily offended okay I'll leave this weird beginning note here then. By the way, I am in love with this version of Colors, by Halsey.]

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Imagine you're on a cloud. A cloud high up in the sky with brilliant shades of azure surrounding you. You feel no fear, not even of heights, of falling, of being alone, of what others think of you.

It's just you on a cloud in the sky. Peaceful. Nothing can trouble you. You forget all the bad memories. Left with just a warm feeling wrapped around you, embracing you.

Then you look over the edge of the cloud. The possibility of falling doesn't concern you. What you see beneath you troubles you, though.

You see buildings that once would tower you, now reduced to small sticks that are so far beneath you. People moving about like ants. Of course, humans don't always think of themselves like ants, but in the grand scheme of things, we're all actually really small.

Like ants, humans work together to form a functioning society. This doesn't necessarily mean that humans are weak and insignificant and stupid. But it does mean that perhaps we think of ourselves all high and mighty when we may not be.

Hours pass and the sky is still blue and you're still on a cloud. Warm. You're bored of just looking down at the people beneath you. So you jump over the edge of the cloud.

It feels like you're just falling. No wind in your ear, no pain, no fear. Just falling. And when you land, you just land.

Now you realize that you're in society again. And you go along happily with the rest of your day. Doing the same thing, working, listening, watching. Then you're bored and tired of living like like you do every day, according to a routine.

You find yourself back on a cloud. Everything's nice and calm with not a single disturbance across the whole sky. You hum to yourself happily until you feel the cloud start sinking underneath you, falling.

But why? It doesn't make sense. The sky is still a brilliant azure blue and it's still warm. You continue wondering and panicking. Fear rushes towards you like a tsunami. What if I fall? What if I'm stuck here forever? What if I... die?

Now, the sky around you quickly turns into a bleak dark grey. The cloud disappears and you're falling once again. This time, though, you feel wind tearing away at your face as you plummet towards the ground. Your stomach keeps flipping until it becomes too numb for you to feel it anymore. It hurts so much that all sensation just disappears.

What time is it? How long have I been falling? What happens when I reach the bottom? Is there even a bottom? Questions race through your mind as you continue plummeting. It feels like it's been hours, maybe even years, but it could have been just a few seconds.

You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that when you land or if you land, you'll be safe and find that this has just been one huge dream. You'll just wake up in your bed just like any other day. And that's it. Then you'll just return to your daily life and forget about this whole experience.

Then you land once again. But this time, all you see is a blinding light until it fades to what is actually around you. The shock of hitting the ground with such impact and still being able to see stuns you. For now, that is enough to keep on going without experiencing any sort of feeling.

You walk a few steps. Happy, blissful, and safe. But the sky is still grey and storming. It's fine, you think to yourself, rain is not enough to being me down.

Then all of a sudden, you collapse. And it just feels like you're looking at yourself in third person. Tilting your head up towards the sky, you realize that the fluffy white clouds that brought you comfort and joy look like they are taunting you.

Defeated, it feels as though your best friend turned against you. So you live through the rest of your life, but there really is no emotion to it. It just feels like you're following the words in a picture book with everything precisely planned out. Until the very last page is turned and the story reaches an end.

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   Yeah, that could be interpreted in many different ways, and I am kinda curious to how you readers think the meaning behind it is (of course there are many meanings).

               ~MysticalButterflies