Cloud Shapes : A Novella

This is what he remembers as he sits in a bus at the end of the world or just his journey as he turns to come back home:Memories of places that they were going to remember forever held upside down and navigating to the middle of nowhere with lots of laughter and fun.Clouds and sunrises and sunsets and colors so many colors but they keep getting blurrier somehow.A mom and a dad almost like puppets going about busy days and sitting on the couch snuggling. So warm.Hotels guests travellers stories. Arent they all the same believing they are special but arent they arent we all?