Beautiful things to surround me. Sparkling stones that heal.
I hold them close and whisper at them to help me, please help.
Desperate to feel a feeling I don’t remember, I root amongst the ugly and the beautiful trying to find the missing piece of myself. Shattered long ago, fragments of myself in a thousand directions. I can’t get them back.
Piece by piece they leave me, leaving behind a broken stone sparkling in the heat of the days that never end. A day that goes on forever, I can’t see where the road bends.
So I clutch these beautiful things, whisper to them to heal me, to show me the way down a road that never ends.
