Last Night, Cloud 9 drifted above me. Kissing me... touching me, and wrapping its precipitation around me. The emotion was Cumulus in nature, scattered at first, then it shifted itself down to my spot, I cried at its beauty. I yelped at the cuming of the storm, and released as it parted so that I could see the sun again. As I wiped the water vapor from my body, I smiled and landed back on Earth. Meteorology had never been this spiritual.
Yet when the clouds come, so does the storm, and when it rains, it pours. I wasn't prepared, and not even an umbrella was on sale. Cause you see, Cloud 9 comes at a price. Cause while your floating, sometimes you lose focus. You name it, work, family, friends... everything seems to not matter. All you want to do is be high, on a high, but can I afford it?
This is my debt. Friends & Family feeling neglected. Wanting to kiss him, but afraid someone may get jealous. Trying not to make anyone feel like a 3rd or 5th wheel. Wanting to share in my joy, when they can't share in my joy with me. What is a man to do when he is happy, and everyone around him isn't?
This weekend, I spent some time on Earth, really taking the time to show my appreciation for those that keep me grounded. It is with them that I have the "Down to Earth" nature the heavens so love about me. Then hopefully I can put a down payment on moving Heaven down to Earth, so that way, Cloud 9 can be something everyone can afford.
WHEN YOUR HAPPY,
WHAT IS THE BEST STIMULUS PACKAGE
FOR OTHERS THAT ARE NOT?