Looking at the burgeoning sky

I got a glimpse of a vivid light.

I wonder, if my existence could ever be

just as bright?

Walking down the alley

I start thinking..

they all appear to be happy,

But why not I?

Solely, I walk in the shadow

Will I ever discover,

A blooming wildflower meadow?

This everlasting emptiness

Never evacuates my soul.

When will the time arrive

When I finally get to reach my goal?

I have faith in the darkness

It never abandoned me.

But a living full of light..?

I doubt if it'll ever be.

Now I ask myself the question,

Why am I here?

In such a point of life

That is full of despair.

Hope is all I have,

Hope is all I had.

And I'm kind of convinced that

It will take ahead.

Only I have the power,

to change my life full of sorrows.

If only I get to know

“ this is your... place? ”     beryl looks around a moment before glancing down at the green gem, expression not reading of someone incredibly impressed. the barn isn’t bad, per se, but it is rather... crowded. why would anyone stack a bunch of... things     ( toilets )     in a corner for no apparent reason? but, then again, there is no reason for peridot to take offense to their statements; beryl did just show up and start walking through peridot’s home without permission.

beryl has the technology to track down other gems, and that is what they’ve done. their device has picked up on several gems in this area, actually, but this isn’t some sort of social mission. they need to see how the gems here are doing; they need to know if the defectives under their care would be able to thrive here. and this strange, red, cluttered... house doesn’t really seem like a place where gems would thrive. does just the peridot live like this, or do all earth-inhabitants find refuge in such strange places? if that’s the case, beryl might have to go search for a different planet.

“ why is it red? ”

*spits* fuck you your peridot is AMAZING yesterday i almost responded to ur open before fucking remembering that HFAgDJASh im a peridot as well

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Kneeling in front of him, the umber gem placed the back of her hand against his forehead to gauge his temperature. A small noise of worry left her mouth at the abnormal warmth she felt, her free hand feeling around Steven’s neck and jawline to be extra certain.