Tara

RESOLUTION India

My lofty ambitions for the next year, white, untainted clouds high in the sky, floating and unreachable impervious to everything

a fiery yearning at 3 am a leisurely afternoon reverie, watching the amorphous clouds blend into figures and shapes as my hazy, sun-drunk daydreams fancy unique and visible only to me

I wait for them to descend so I can climb onto them and they do Jan 1st

the moment they touch the ground I stomp on and pollute them with my clumsiness they become nothing but grey poofs of smoke emanating from vehicles enveloping and suffocating me

year end : I spot another cloud trying to forget about the spoilt clouds of yesterday the cycle continues

Until

all the black clouds rise and combine to kill me with their acid rain