Standing in the Clouds

In video games I go to 

High 

Places 

Just to be 

Standing in the clouds

Nothing more

Surreal 

Than obscurity

Imagine what that would be like

Finest of mists

Swirling around you

A flick of the wrist sends

Ripples

For ages 

Through the air

Like the butterfly effect

Do you see what your

Breath

Does 

To everything?

Condensation

Denser still than fog

Gathers in beads

On your sleeves

On your face

Little clear freckles

To your eyes 

A pale blanket

Wreathing your body

Imperceptibly

A cocoon of haze

Dampening even the sound

Of your heartbeat

And you inhale

The opposite of cold nights

Fog from your warmth leaving

Fleeing upward to become

Clouds

That later someone 

Else

Breathes

Stealing your warmth from

Some other time

Though it is 

Colder 

Now

Than it was before

Standing in the clouds