The Vanity of a Once Lost Person
After all that I have gone through; the pain, the unlawful punishments, and the constant reminder of fears... I turn to this space. A space where I can look into the velvet cream boxes and see what I have stored in them. Even with missing stones and plating washed off, I can still look at them and be reminded of my old life. One that I hold close to my once broken heart, yet still brings me a smile and even laughter each time I remember the moments when I wore them on my neck, wrists, and fingers. As I gaze at the remaining pile of cards and little love letters I had received, I know that I have lived. I have lived a life too wonderful to ever say goodbye to! This is now the view where I open and lay my eyes every morning and night... In this much smaller room than the one I had before. No antique mirrors or clocks to worship my blessed features through... No vintage yellow wing chair for me to sit down with a glass of drink in hand... No handmade Persian carpet set to ...
