A Girl Who Wanted to Be a Cloud ☁

☁️ A Girl Who Wanted to Be a Cloud

There’s something about clouds that calls my name… I don’t know when it started, but the sky began to feel like home.

I always imagined myself floating up there — with the birds, the sun, the wind, quietly watching the world from a distance, where no one can hurt you, and no one expects you to explain why your heart feels too much.

I don’t want to be famous. I don’t want to be loud. I just want to be soft, kind, and peaceful — like a passing cloud that leaves shade and comfort, then disappears gently without asking for anything back.

Maybe one day I’ll fly — not with wings, but with words. And maybe the world will read a little piece of me and think: “She was made of something quiet... but beautiful.”

— Moona ☁️
from cloud letters