He is a desert gem.
One sought after by
The likes of
Indiana Jones.
You want him,
Go on a
Grand adventure
To find him.
Then when you
Finally have him
You will either
Lock him away
Behind glass walls
With tight security
Made of stones
Or
You sell him off
To the next fool
Who would've thought
He was actually
Worth something
Materialistic
When his worth is,
Has always been,
And always will be
Love.
This desert gem
Belongs to no one
And his power
Is not monetary,
It's meaning.
A creator lost in creation.
Not quite God, Not quite Human.
I was told I could be anything I wanted. I said I wanted to be love, be loved, and love in return as my purpose.
Small Town Gay
Writer, Photographer, Gardener
Simulation/RPG gamer
| 30/Non-Binary | He/Him/Ze/Hir |
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