Holding onto blue sky

My mind is like clouds.

Some days there are no clouds - just blue sky, which is ok.

Some days it's all blue sky, but with big poofy white clouds that transform into different ideas and different moods.

Some days it's more grey cloud than blue sky. But bits of blue are still there, trying to hold off the grey clouds.

Then other days it's all grey cloud.

Then there are those days where you're not sure what colour the clouds are because there are so many, it's like your brain is fill with cotton wool. And you can't really register anything.