Prisoner of the Cloud Realm

Greed, anger, delusion; resentment, love, and hate. Encounters and partings repeat themselves. What ripples stir in the heart when a glimmer passes through a loved one’s eyes? To be loved is to feel gently lifted to the clouds, yet deep down, you wonder when that beautiful, happy dream might come crashing down. You hope to wander in that place forever. Do you know whether the other person’s love is real or false? People often imprison themselves for love, wanting to hold on tight, but like a handful of sand, it slips away all the faster. Or perhaps they embrace a warmth that is real. How did the story begin, and how was it written? Time gilds the years, and the passing days steep this story in memory.