Entry 2: Stroll Through The Clouds

Strolling through the clouds is a lovely experience. Water condenses upon my eyelashes, causing streams of liquid to crawl down my cheek each time I blink. There is a uniform, omnipresent, and omnidirectional light that is cast upon the nothingness that I occupy. I cannot hear anything; as if a fresh snow had fallen and the world is quietly contemplating its fragile crystalline coat. I walk upon the cool droplets, gliding past wisps of wind. Serenity and clarity abound as I meditate upon the workings of the universe. Discovering how vast and random the creation and sustainment of life is. Noticing the beauty of it all, whilst softly crying about the beauty of it all, in my white shell of liquid life.