The clouds contour

Did the invisible forces that shape you, have some unforeseen effect on me too?

And while it stirs, mixes and bends, The silent words it speaks transmit what it cannot send. I am. I was. I will. I always have been.

I watch, to see what happens

You move, so quickly it seems slow, a silent trade of static for charge until you let go. The sum of conditions, friction, and ignition, in an instant it glitters like gold, a reminder of the power that powerlessness holds.

So remain for a moment to teach me what I didn't know, then float on by to meet the next person who sees you in their soul.