I feel like a cloud. I just float throughout life, going wherever the wind takes me. Faces pass by, but never long enough for me to remember them. Parts of me fade and disappear, and I am constantly changing. I find myself swept up in thunderstorms regularly, parts of the black clouds latching onto me. Gradually, I grow dark as well. I am waiting for the day when all of this inside me will burst. I know it has to happen, but I am scared. I have become this dark cloud. What will I be once the darkness is gone?