DIAMONDS.............
You are in your room. The walls are black. No windows. No furniture . No time. I open the door and stand at the brink. Backlit by the hallway light. Rays of light silhouette my frame. A beam of light hits you. Your face lights up. You sparkle like a diamond. Like a diamond in a black felt jewelry box. A lump of coal, pressured by the room. Turned into a diamond. My diamond. Like a diamond pressured by the earth, finally released. A diamond with its many facets reflects, turns and refracts. It doesn't create. It gives more in return. Can you give a diamond to a diamond? A rich woman has diamonds. When she looks at them, does she see her reflection? Like two mirrors facing each other. Into infinity. Or only the wealth? Out of the turmoil on Jupiter, it rains diamonds. Imagine the rainbow. Someone could go there and bring back a shipload. Glutting the market and diminishing monetary value. Could it diminish the sparkle in your eyes? You rise and move towards the light. Released. I can only hope it is to me. Not through me.
