Amber, Diamonds, Pearls and Rubies

I love amber, diamonds, pearls and rubies.

I love the amber that shimmers in the light. I love the diamonds that make the world seem so much more beautiful when I see the world through them. I love the pearls that make me feel so much better. I especially love the rubies that look so beautiful, so elegant that I can’t help but want more, need more.

The amber glittered like the sun-kissed ocean lapping the sands; the brilliant red hue was so vivid that I was captivated by it, staring at it for long periods of time. I first saw it when I first tried smoking. I was feeling too stressed by the fighting at home and the schoolwork piling up. I tried smoking as a relief but instead, I found something way more precious, that was able to lift the burden off my shoulders immediately. I kept the gem with me everywhere I go, its presence alone helping me.

The diamonds, on the other hand, make the world seem brighter by blurring it. Everything that hurt me became unrecognisable when I see through the diamonds. When I peer at the world around me through these gemstones, I see a different world, one in which I was indestructible as there was nothing that could break me down, nothing that could hurt me. The way I obtain these diamonds also helps me release excess stress.

As for pearls, there are times where I don’t like them and times where I do. I tend to be indecisive, depending on my mood, on my opinion of these pearls. I like eating pearls. Of course, I don’t eat the normal kind. I eat a special kind of pearls. These set of pearls make me feel so much better. I eat more than what is recommended but the more the better so I continued taking them.

Rubies are the most beautiful, most elegant among the four in my opinion. From the first time I see them, I was obsessed with time. I tried to collect as many as I could, whenever I could. It became like a never-ending addiction.

Now, for some reason, my friends brought me to the hospital and the nurses tied me down to a bed. It’s a pity, really, that I can’t have my gemstones. I can’t have the amber that come from the sparks that fall from my cigarette. I feel too numb to have the diamonds that spill out of my eyes, I can’t have the pearls that the doctors had given me. I can’t have the rubies that emerge when my skin was split open.

I guess the reason I am here is because of my curiosity. I had wondered that since the diamonds made the world look so much better, how beautiful the world would look it I see them through the rubies.