Inspite my delema to do the impossible, I continue to proceed. I jumped to the sky, but the clouds are too high. Maybe i'll increase my altitude, climb the hills to heaven, still i could not reach. Took the steps to the top of a building, so close yet so far, give up I could not. The plain floats under the clouds, over the clouds, through the dog shaped cloud, wait may be it a rabbit, no its a cat. Aimlessly I stare out the oval shaped window. Peering through the clouds as only an angel could do, and for a breif moment, a solentary second i felt like someone. Finaly I was close enough to grasp a cloud and sqeeze it like a marshmellow. The sent of the cloud like the refreashing mist of God sweet breath. I can do it, no jumping, I'm completely capable of sticking my arms out and snaching the could like a thief in the night, quick, quiet, and gracefully. I'm going to capture a cloud for you, though the beauty of the cloud does not compare to your eyes, your mouth, the little frecals on your shoulders. Do what you wish with it, put it in your room, poke it like the pisbery dough boy. Like it love it, hand it to the heart. I can't wait to see the smile on your face when I place the coud into your hand, how beautiful it will be. Now is the time to go for it. wait...
...shit! the fucking window won't roll down.
I hope this pillow will do.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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