If Cloud 9 is Real

A cloud 9? I think it's to good to be true. It's just a piece of chocolates that barely satisfies the sweet cravings of someone who appreciates sweetness from different perspective. 

Cloud 9 is just a common comparison from literal sweets to a feeling of satisfaction. That's how I viewed it.. that was how I viewed things; rather. 

Because from someone's point of view specially the one who've been through a lot, cloud 9 doesn't matter. Cloud 9 doesn't exist. It's a just piece of nasty sweets sh*t that roaming in this planet to make the fool believes that there must be something in sweets. That there's something to look forward to when tasting it. That there's more enjoyable feelings swallowing it. 

And that's hilariously true. There's something to expect from the sweetness of that thing. You'll learn to hope again. To wish again. To try again. 

Just one more.. 

One more bite..

Bite..

And when you tasted it again, you'll want some more.. crave for more. 

And I crave..

I crave for something different. A different level of sweetness. A kind of chocolatey days..further. A label that for some, means security. 

I want to make it more memorable. To make it more romantic to think. Cravable to feel. And dreamable cloud where I can stay 'til lifetime runs out. 

I want to make it a march of happiness. Holding the one's hand for a life's partnership. Team with the person who's one of the main ingredients in it.  To make it a place where the deal is forever. A policy of no return, no exchange. An irreversible contract. Where the Almighty is the foundation of most decisions.

It's a cloud 9 story of how the overload became simple and simple became the overload that overwhelmes the heart. If cloud 9 is real, I can say it's bittersweet. The realness of it reminds the mind that it's not always valentines in love. It's not always pink like some of us envisions. It's not, but it is.. a hard reality of contradictions that connects the opposite ends to make us realize how we play the games before we understand the mechanics of it. We do play clo


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