cloudberry jam

cloudberry was wearing a stairway to heaven under her skirt.

cloudberry was easily named after her wild running cloudberry hair, and what a coincidence, she later became to fall into cloudberries, cloudberry liqueur and cloudberry jam. she enjoyed being almost drunk, she was for the taste. she was born to style. the more sugary the better. she was sweet.

she was with cloudberries, so much she had learned from hidden gold. her age was golden. it was with numbers too. cloudberry carried in her memory of the men that had gone far. she heritaged their lands and seas. it was her great grandfather that had reached the furthest. for some time for two times in the direction of world-class west he was looking for gold. what he found never satisfied him. he didn't know he was born on golden carpet of cloudberries.

how cloudberry was with cloudberries was beautiful. she wanted them to mark herself. give her a name that was not forgotten. right behind her teeth there was a cloudberry tattooed on her skin for her lover. she never told where it was exactly hidden, she knew her lover would find it. it was on his way. her lover found without looking for. there was a golden berry shining on her tooth too, it was for her. she loved mirrors. by the gateway to heaven there was a tiny white cloud tattooed on her skin. it was her absolute favourite, such a little miracle it was, it knew how to have and make rain! different kinds of even.

cloudberry truly was with treasures, she was almost a piece of art work. she liked it that way, she loved things that were unfinished and vulnerable. stairway to heaven was tattooed on her skin too, processing revealed secrets to her. tattoo was right under her heart. she didn't know if she wanted stairs to go down to her toes.

when cloudberry almost wanted to get drunk, it was always with her lover. she was with a bottle of finest cloudberry liqueur and truly liked getting vulgar with her thirst. it was for her lover that cloudberry carried a cup, she herself had to have a sip straight from the bottle. always it was not just a sip but she did hard try to share the drink. cup for her lover was right in the middle of her tummy. life had blessed her with a very tiny cup, it was weightless for her to carry. her lover didn't complain about it being so little for him to drink, he loved cute things. cloudberry sometimes loved to see little puddles on the bumps of her or his skin, she did love mirrors and the more reflections of her lover there were the better. she loved him. she tried not to breathe and move to avoid puddles to run away.

sometimes she gave birds water to drink from her cup too, she was synchronous with the nature at times. birds came to say goodbye as they left, a true lovebird she was they knew. one time they showed her how the the last check-up for the long flight was to be done... it was hundreds of tiny birds checkin' how to split into three groups... it was amazing. they then checked each group one by one to see every bird group was ready to hit the sea. they left as a one group. this happened when it was almost the best time of the year for the cloudberries. almost cloudberry big time.

the most expensive treasure cloudberry was with, was her wealth. it was not seen by anyone else but her lover. she had given it for him to invest. it was a delicate golden nugget with a classy shape shining for them at night there was no moon. they never stopped wondering the light it was with in the darkness there exists only under blankets. dark clouds in the sky protecting and wanting to make its shine the brightest.