For every glimmer of happiness, there is someone to whisk it away. Like clean cut silver, slowing degrading, the finest sounding piano going out of tune. A diamond is the strongest rock, yet it can shatter and break into pieces. Stars may shine through the night until clouds come and lock them away for no eyes to see. Even some people sit and watch the sunset, all rays of light settling down into millions of purples and pinks and yellows. Yet in that moment every thing is beautiful, and wonderful. Before you know it time fades away and steals that moment from you until it is nothing but a memory of the past.

The basic human need is to love and be loved. Days turn into weeks turn into months until something happens. It’s over. Naturally no one is used to a sudden end. Like waking up to late or running into a dead end. The water that was so still gathers ripples, spreading rhythmically to the person tears. Dust seems to collect on the old piano keys that have not been touched. Yet no one utters a word, except to themselves inside their heads. Slowly a scene occurs in your mind like an old movie. It's involuntary however it idles you.

And though the gold tarnishes into black as the years go by, everyone is moving. The mornings you spend waking up you wonder why you are there or what went wrong. The mist collects in the morning as the crickets sing their soft melodies until it is gone, and the sun is held high and children are playing with kites and pets and other little toys. Yet time consumes you, leaving every second adding to the past.

It’s hard to cope when you are feeling empty and numb inside. It’s hard to say you’re okay when you can feel nothing. But what is hardest to see is the next sunrise. It’s hardest to tune the piano or smile again. It’s hard to believe things end and not all things last. Not the summers before school, or the thrill of a ride, or a family eating together. There is no comfort that things will go on forever. But when you do find those movies playing in your head over and over or the joy of love or the gold still shining and taken care of, you’ve found it; the only thing that goes on forever the only thing to make you happy. That’s the beauty of life isn’t it? Isn’t that what we are all searching for?

It is up to the person involved to spend their life away in bitterness and despair and think of it constantly, allowing the stars to vanish. Or, you can try to cope and see all the bright things in your life like a warm meal every night or talking about everthing to friends or even facing the diamond or piano itself and making the diamond into a necklace or playing the piano. All that glimmers fades unless you harness it and see through it. That is the treasure we so aimlessly hunt for. That is what makes a story. That is what makes a soul.