Purple Tinted Rock
We used to be inseparable.
My hand was wrapped around you, in a cavern of adoration. You were merely a small purple tinted stone. But, you were perfect for me, a beautiful jewel nestled comfortably in my hand. I held you everywhere, close to my heart. You radiated warmth when I was cold, and coolness when I was hot. How fond I was of this strange little stone, so peculiar you were.
I never unraveled my hand when I had you. I never showed you to my friends, or to society- I never showed you to anyone in fear that they may try to take you away from me. In my darkest hours, I would look at you for guidance and you would listen in peace if I were to spill out my innermost thoughts. Everything that I was, I invested in you.
No one knew of us though. Until one day however, they caught me speaking to you. Society caught me speaking to you and deemed me eccentric, and strange. They looked upon you as a mere inanimate object, and told me to throw you away. How taken aback I was by their response, and how upset I was to see their disaproval.
Upset and a bit angry, I locked myself in the dark room for days with my hand still enveloped around you. I sat in quiet disbelief for quite some time, and then I looked at my fist. I began to question us. Were you really just a mere inanimate object? Was what I doing really wrong?
Questions whirled around in my hand and flashbacks of society’s disdain poisoned my mind as I began to believe their words. Perhaps you were really just a mere inanimate object. And my anger towards society began to turn towards you. This mere stone sitting in my hand. How could I have been so foolish? I thought to myself. And with that, I led myself back into society with you still in my hand, but not as tight.
As the days passed on and became weeks, my hand around you loosened slowly and I ceased talking to you. I could still feel your attempts of warmth and coolness, but they were not as strong as before. They glowed softly in its last attempt to reach out to me, but I ignored them.
Slowly and slowly, you began to slip through my fingers. I did not notice for I was ignorant, and I had become brainwashed by what society had thought was right for me. You tried to call for me. But I did not listen for I was still full of anger.
Until one day, my hand that had once held you was filled with a sharp emptiness. You had slipped through my fingers without me noticing, and you had gone forever. I opened my hand for the first time in ages, feeling strange at such a movement. A sadness and extreme rush of guild swept over me and knocked me over like a wave having realized my mistakes.
All that was left was an indent of where you used to nestle, so perfect and poised in my hand. All that was left were the memories, and the warmth that you had so generously provided me. You never once questioned your love or loyalty with me, but I in my selfishisness did. After all you had done for me.
I glared at society, throwing all of the blame for losing you on them. I cussed and shouted obscenities at them. But to no avail. They were not the reason for me losing you. I began to realize that it was all of my doing. For falling for the creature they had morphed our love into, only to lose you in the end. My love for you was always pure, and forever, but it seemed that once I had brought you into others’ eyes, my eyes towards you had changed along with them.
Purple tinted rock, oh how much guilt I feel for having fallen for fallicious words. How loyal, and loving you were.
I wished it didn’t take me losing you, to finally comprehend your value and worth to me.
