For nine whole years, I walked in a cloud.
Not the mist you would find waking up after a storm.
Not the fog that hugs the mountains in. a cool embrace.
Not the smoke that rises from the ends of cigarettes or vapes.
And certainly not the smog that rises from factories and power plants.
For nine whole years, I walked in a cloud.
A digital cloud blinded me from reality.
I breathed in likes and breathed out unfollows like it was second nature.
The cloud’s silver lining hurt my eyes as the blue light hit my retinas.
The cloud’s vapors, like real vapes, were addicting.
For nine whole years, I walked in a cloud.
I chased and chased after the high I was hardwired to love.
I wanted more; we all want more.
This was our reality, right?
For nine whole years, I walked in a cloud.
I stumbled my way through friendships and time.
I uploaded my consciousness onto the Cloud.
I had anxiety attacks when I pulled my head out.
Its vapors entered my lungs.
For nine whole years, I walked in a cloud.
But today the winds blew the cloud away.
I finally breathed the air that was stifled for so long.
My eyes regained functionality as I slipped my sunglasses on.
The cloud flew higher and higher into the sky.
I smile, for once. A genuine smile.
This was written by our contributing writer, Lauren DeSantis.
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