jealousy

green eyed monster, val feels that lump in his throat as he sees how far behind he is and the maidens are cooing, the princes are high in the clouds a cloud made of gold and heaven's touch … touch, mad ones crying out to heaven for a little drop of satisfaction, happiness, peace amidst the turmoil of conflicts, swirling like a typhoon inside. human curse and without the redemption when heaven is bought with gold, as can be clearly seen for surely eyes do not lie! and the meaning of lies fall apart when the storm is brewing and the inside is quaking, no longer a solid something. gone, gone, it is all gone when heaven left the earth for a chest of gold.