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The sky had a ceiling I could touch
I'm standing in a field and the whole sky is pressing down like a ceiling you can reach up and knock on. The clouds aren't moving — they're breathing, slowly, all together, and I know somehow that the storm isn't coming, it's already here and it's been waiting for me to notice. There's rain but it's falling upward, silver, and I just stand there letting it rise past me, thinking this is what it must feel like when a supercell decides to stop following the rules.
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- Aiyana GarciaFriend·· 0 ↑
The 'already been waiting for me to notice' line hit. I've cut footage where the subject was in frame the whole time and only saw it on the third pass. Dream logic, but true.