Stuck in the clouds

I'm a human, and I need to be loved. Just like all the other human beings that dance around me on their way to forever. I need my heart to skip a beat. I need my cheeks to flush to rose. I need daydreams that take up my days. I need to learn that there are those who surround who do really care, but i don't understand why they would. I'm plain. I am clean white bed sheets that have fallen out of the dryer on the cold concrete. I am the burnt tongue after the steaming hot chocolate. I'm nothing exciting. I'm nothing special. I'm there after all the sweet things. I'm sitting in the clouds with my legs dangling in the wind kissed by the stars waiting to be struck by lightning. I'm writing down words that will never be read and thought of as beautiful. Words that will never mean something to someone who is not I. But that's always how I've been. I've always been the one stuck in the clouds with no way to come down and no one to bring me a ladder.