Libraries around the world have amazing stories
but not one of them would hold my story.
To an onlooker, my object would seem
as just another piece of jewellery.

To those who are blind and deaf,
incapable of taste and touch and smell
it might come across as just a broken pendant.

In reality it smells like rain.
It tastes like tears.
It can be heard as sobs,
When you care to listen,
it can be felt as honour.
When you hold it
and when you look at it correctly,
beyond the dust
you can see an infinity of dreams.