some clouds are purple
and some clouds cry tears of death and destruction down upon the earth
and try as you may to twist your head sideways, the cotton balls in the sky won't change.
the sky reigns.
and so all the wise men in the world gathered up all the love and turned it into a great woven tapestry to cover the earth from the tears of the clouds.
but there were holes in the blanket
and there will always be holes in the blanket
because love is not real
and love is not withstanding
and love is not lasting
and love is a falsehood that will not protect us