The Clouds Told Me written by Alan Johnson
THE CLOUDS TOLD ME I`m not sure how to tell this story. If there was a begining , then it must have been when i was 7 years old. because before that was theatrical a kind of prelude to growing. The sky above told me a whole lot of things it looked over me like some kind of inspector. My thoughts wandered from pictures of happiness to just empty frames,they looked so much better. is this it ?i spoke to the clouds, is this my entrance? who will care or even know. Hey alan,you talking to yourself? the boy passing by asks. The clouds told me to be brave,to cry not for pain but for loss of comfort. The world seemed misty,i feared the steps that would eventually take me to a new place. Little did I know what would happen to me that day, I questioned the clouds and they danced a pretty dance. I tried to say the word,saying nothing was so much easier but i tried again. Mum,dad come get me I don`t miss you,I just know that you are missing. i expected to feel different,to feel that somewhere I could fill an empty space,an empty chair at the table,a christmas toy never to be opened. Why are you sad,the clouds asked I looked once more to the heavens above. what is sad,because I don`t know what happy is,i don`t miss happy i just know that it is missing. The clouds moved away and a whole new scene came rolling in. I was 7 years old needing someone to tell me that it has gone,and I didn`t miss the gone,but I knew the gone was missing.
THE CLOUDS TOLD ME I`m not sure how to tell this story. If there was a begining , then it must have been when i was 7 years old. because before that was theatrical a kind of prelude to growing. The sky above told me a whole lot of things it looked over me like some kind of inspector. My thoughts wandered from pictures of happiness to just empty frames,they looked so much better. is this it ?i spoke to the clouds, is this my entrance? who will care or even know. Hey alan,you talking to yourself? the boy passing by asks. The clouds told me to be brave,to cry not for pain but for loss of comfort. The world seemed misty,i feared the steps that would eventually take me to a new place. Little did I know what would happen to me that day, I questioned the clouds and they danced a pretty dance. I tried to say the word,saying nothing was so much easier but i tried again. Mum,dad come get me I don`t miss you,I just know that you are missing. i expected to feel different,to feel that somewhere I could fill an empty space,an empty chair at the table,a christmas toy never to be opened. Why are you sad,the clouds asked I looked once more to the heavens above. what is sad,because I don`t know what happy is,i don`t miss happy i just know that it is missing. The clouds moved away and a whole new scene came rolling in. I was 7 years old needing someone to tell me that it has gone,and I didn`t miss the gone,but I knew the gone was missing.