through the looking glass

Diamonds spill from the pressured mind like crystal teardrops.  Yet clouded by those stormy thoughts, they fall out of sight and are forgotten.  So many precious memories, true and false and mixed, left behind and washed away by pity and self-doubt.  Who knows the price they'd fetch at market?  It's trivial, however; looking through the stone, the views of the past and future are split by the myriad faces. Therein lies the value of these priceless rocks.  Frozen moments on which to build a better understanding of life.