Dull Stone

So I dangle the carrot before my eye so that I may squeeze every last tear from my heart that I may muster. Hundreds of glistening enchanted jewels shrouded in powerful memories near and dear to the heart. And as her blessing goes away the light fades from the stone, the hum fades into silence. What wonder and magic was once held within has faded. It's seen two ways, the past and the present. The mind struggles to choose which to hold on for it does not know which is real. For in the eyes of the beholder the gem still shines and shines brightly but the beholders eyes are filled with tears because his love does not see this shine, these same gems and artifacts appear dull and distasteful. Surrounded by memories rather not remembered rather than surrounded in memories that the beholder cannot wait to experience again. This conflict in views sparks the deep emotional reaction, to each his own anger or sadness. Confusion always sets in somewhere before or between this entangled mess of emotions and thoughts. The beholder will seak to clear his confusion and if he lacks the inner circles of friends and family who have given him good word before then he will turn to his lost love for the answers of their seperation. But this individual is already setting sail and moving further away from these memories at an increasing rate, asking this person to stay for a few moments and explain is often a fruitless endevour unless you are willing to chase down the train and leave behind the sour taste and faulty chracter of the obsessive and groundless man.