Clouds

The cloud of Torndheim.
The one who I got and the one who got away.
Its serine... a word a wonderful man once thought me. I've spent most day wanting to punch people  Not a great place to be. Being discarded and dismissed, inarticulate, superfluousness  inept and wrong..its a lot to take. But luckily a man is there for me. Just for me. And its where I want to be