With great hesitation I enter the room. By fault of habit, I look around my self. The walls are the colour of blue . The kind of blue that makes you think of the ocean and the sky at the same time, the kind of blue that makes you want to smile. A smile that you never thought was possible. A smile that is now a memory.
I come out my reverie and continue looking around myself. There is little else to see though. A small table with a matching chair. Both made of a good solid wood. I take a deep breath and walk towards the chair. It is a very small distance. But I take my time to reach my destination.
I sit down on the chair. There is something on the table. A small roundish object. Without looking at it I try to make myself comfortable. There is only so much comfort a plain wooden chair can give you. But I still try. No longer able to avoid the object sitting right in front of me, I reluctantly stop my fidgeting and turn towards it.
It is a small crystal, and as I mentioned earlier, vaguely roundish in shape. It just lay there on the table. No, it was not one of those expensive crystals, which when sold could make you rich beyond your imagination.
It was special entirely in another way.
I remember the first time I came upon a crystal like that. I took it home with me and placed it upon this same table, and then all of a sudden it started to glow. The more I looked at it, the more it glowed. But the moment my eyes left it, the glow would start to fade away.
It was not long before I started to feel the same glow in me whenever I looked at the crystal. Simply out, it was a beautiful feeling. And after that it became a something of a ritual for me to visit the little crystal on my table. I was careful not to jinx it. I never touched the crystal, I never spoke about the crystal to anyone. And I was happy.
Nothing good lasts for ever though... One day, I saw a speck of dust on the crystal, and I removed it. The moment my finger touched the stone, the glow vanished. And no matter how much I tried, I could not make the glow come back. The feeling of the loss was unbearable. I did not know how to cope with myself. I lost grip on reality...
And just like that I came upon another crystal.
Back to the present. I focused on the crystal before me and then... I was transported. There really is no way to explain what I felt, it was oneness, a sense of true belonging, where I knew that if I had tears, they would be wiped away just at the right time. And to describe the light coming from the crystal as a glow, would be an insult to both English and nature. It was an explosion of colours, a rhythmic dance between rockets of light. It was so bright that every afterimage left an afterimage but no so bright that you could not revel at the beauty of it all.
Even though this was close to perfect, it was not. I wanted more, I wanted to hold it in my hand and feel the warmth radiating through me.
I tore my gaze away from the crystal and looked below the table.
There I saw, through my tears, scattered on the ground, more than a dozen dark crystals.
I come out my reverie and continue looking around myself. There is little else to see though. A small table with a matching chair. Both made of a good solid wood. I take a deep breath and walk towards the chair. It is a very small distance. But I take my time to reach my destination.
I sit down on the chair. There is something on the table. A small roundish object. Without looking at it I try to make myself comfortable. There is only so much comfort a plain wooden chair can give you. But I still try. No longer able to avoid the object sitting right in front of me, I reluctantly stop my fidgeting and turn towards it.
It is a small crystal, and as I mentioned earlier, vaguely roundish in shape. It just lay there on the table. No, it was not one of those expensive crystals, which when sold could make you rich beyond your imagination.
It was special entirely in another way.
I remember the first time I came upon a crystal like that. I took it home with me and placed it upon this same table, and then all of a sudden it started to glow. The more I looked at it, the more it glowed. But the moment my eyes left it, the glow would start to fade away.
It was not long before I started to feel the same glow in me whenever I looked at the crystal. Simply out, it was a beautiful feeling. And after that it became a something of a ritual for me to visit the little crystal on my table. I was careful not to jinx it. I never touched the crystal, I never spoke about the crystal to anyone. And I was happy.
Nothing good lasts for ever though... One day, I saw a speck of dust on the crystal, and I removed it. The moment my finger touched the stone, the glow vanished. And no matter how much I tried, I could not make the glow come back. The feeling of the loss was unbearable. I did not know how to cope with myself. I lost grip on reality...
And just like that I came upon another crystal.
Back to the present. I focused on the crystal before me and then... I was transported. There really is no way to explain what I felt, it was oneness, a sense of true belonging, where I knew that if I had tears, they would be wiped away just at the right time. And to describe the light coming from the crystal as a glow, would be an insult to both English and nature. It was an explosion of colours, a rhythmic dance between rockets of light. It was so bright that every afterimage left an afterimage but no so bright that you could not revel at the beauty of it all.
Even though this was close to perfect, it was not. I wanted more, I wanted to hold it in my hand and feel the warmth radiating through me.
I tore my gaze away from the crystal and looked below the table.
There I saw, through my tears, scattered on the ground, more than a dozen dark crystals.
