There were two clouds, the white and grey. Once we both began as the white, but over time you've become grey - unavailable. I've struggled so much to understand the world around me - to understand You. I was wandering naively and painting a picture of you that didn't exist. I felt misunderstood, and the more i felt that way, the more i escaped in my very own universe - where we're both swimming in the shimmering gold of happiness. Where this feeling paints you white and gold, and where we could both be emotionally safe from our mother. Happy. She was a walking storm, not caring about anything around her. She bought us gifts just to buy company in her own kids, but she didn't say a thing. We didn't feel safe. We walked on eggshells, grew up as the extensions of her will, and unfurtunately it was late to realize that she could bend you and break Me. Oh, how i wish us swimming away of her, not fearing emotional neglect. We could've flew away like a reversed asteroid and both be ourselves. She won over you. 

Now you live a life of constant alertness. You're fearing your own mother, you're tired in your own "family", you cut off the only person that thought they could bring a color within your cold, grey walls. You built walls of iron, became overly dependent on your logic that you've forgot to feel. You're chasing validation as if it was made of butterflies or air and you could only live on that.

I missed that grey cloud. To be more approximate, i missed the idea of having a normal sister that i can grow up with. I hoped to be in good terms with you, but looks like, since i don't adore the storm - i'm not living for being abused, these two clouds have found their own path - one towards destruction and one towards destiny.