I woke up in heaven; just at dawn the sky seemed to have been painted by no less than the hand of God. The clouds glazed across the sky like ocean waves, one after the other. They were soft hazy clouds, and they seemed to have been copper plated. Indeed they shined in copper red orange shades. I must be in heaven; nowhere on earth one could see shinning clouds, which seemed to be blazing copper. The sun was coming up in the horizon and in just seconds the copper clouds turned into a gold that was like no earthly gold. This golden clouds shined with no less than the majesty of the sun itself. The sky was blue so deep it almost seemed purple and the trees around me couldn’t be greener. I must be in heaven; nowhere on earth dawn could be this pleasant. It isn't hot nor cold and I just saw shinning clouds turn from copper to gold, and the only sound I hear is birds singing away sweetly. Earth couldn't possibly feel this amazingly good; I must be in heaven. I'm not dead but instead more alive I've never felt before, how can that be? I'm in heaven though I never left earth only I'm with you and only you. The Greatest Treasure Life's greatest treasure is true love. Out of all the riches of this world, true love is the most precious one to me. More precious than the most valuable gemstones. True love shines more brilliantly than the rarest of diamonds. True love is completely flawless like not even the best of emeralds can be. True love is pure blue; not even the greatest of sapphires can be compared to it. True love is clearer than the most transparent lavender color. True love out shines the purest of rubies. True love shines brighter than the finest silver or gold and it is more solid than the purest platinum. All the money of the world can't buy true love. Love is very precious but it can’t be found just by digging in a mine not even if one mined the whole world for an entire lifetime. It just can't be found that way. True love comes by itself, freely, effortlessly, and it is not a worldly treasure but a heavenly blessing that mostly comes but once... But oh what to do when it comes? I'm in a world where everybody is afraid to love. And even more afraid to be loved. So what do I do? I don't want to be afraid of getting hurt anymore. I'm tired of this loneliness that surrounds me. I feel trapped in this world. And I also feel trapped inside myself, trapped by my fears, trapped by the pain and sorrow of my past. My past is a past, which though it has passed it still remains as painful memories, that my psyche uses to self inflict myself, trapping me in a room of sorrows. A room filled with my failures, my loses, my fears, my most hurtful pain, my sufferings, and all my worst nightmares. And there I sit in this room that has no door no way out. Needing perhaps more than I could give thirsty for love, dreadfully needy of attention, and affection. Self-destructing myself little by little, sometimes with out the slightest clue, and other times, consciously aware of it, but helplessly hand-tied.
