What do you see in your crystal ball or gazing ball? Do you see your future, the future of others in their happiest of times, in love and their fortunes.
Or do you see the past buried in footsteps that trudge through a muddy recollection of what could or should have been but wasn't. Do you gaze at your own heart and mind afraid to move the cobwebs aside almost knowing what lies there but at a crossroads not knowing if you should let it lie or peal at that scab of Pandora's Boxed up fear.
I have a chandelier teardrop in my recycled jewelry claw hand and lots of other pieces and parts saved from once loved jewelry pieces. Can a robot be a reincarnated, do metals and glass have a soul? You be the judge.
