Thorns made of cloud.

Treat me gently, like I'm made of glass. 

Dearest Reader, what is your greatest desire? Is it wealth? Beauty? Fame? Respect? Love?
Or are you a insightful reader? Do you wish for tangibility? Weakness? Pain? Lust? Destruction? I would hope you are insightful, I would hope you are able to read 'between the lines'.

I will not wish you happiness, because that will not make you happy. What you need is honesty and honestly, pain and longing is where happiness comes into play. Are you unhappy, Reader? For if you are, you are the fortunate fool. I do not care for "motto's" or cliches, however one stands true;
Patience is a virtue.