It lies cold and lifeless in my hand. I don't know what happened. I don't know if it's temporary. I don't know if it's all in my mind.
But I do know that I don't like this very much.
How do you breathe new life into something that, technically, never lived in the first place? Is it even possible? I must try, but I don't know where to start.
That is stupid, people will think. It is, after all, just a rock.
Did I finally ask too much of it? Or has the world finally thrust upon me the one thing that cannot be helped? The pain that can't be soothed, the fear that can't be calmed.
The grief that can't me mourned.
Maybe that's what it is. Maybe there's some rule that covers this sort of thing. Maybe I'll have to deal with this on my own. I suppose that would make sense, if any of this made any sense.
It is, after all, just a rock.
