Purity comes with a price
by @Eji
I once had this peculiar dream
where the purest thing left within me
was vanishing away softly
and I couldn’t get it back unless it was on a price tag
and during that blissful dream
I paid $50 to a fortune teller
even though the words of a scam was written on her face with permanent ink
with a dim light above our heads
she pulls out a crystal ball with scratches and small little cracks on it
as if it has been used as a toy way before
I take my palms out and interlock with her fingertips
she began to send tiny shock waves that tingled down my spine
during the process the crystal ball started to break more and more
until she lets go of me with a gasp expression
I asked what was wrong but she didn’t respond
her face turned pale like snow and after she calmed herself down she rose me to my feet
“I saw a glimpse of you..from the past, present, and future and yet your soul was still at ease with numbness” she said
I was confused at first until I saw my reflection on the cracked crystal ball
“Your soul is tired and it begs to be heard” she said with a sad expression
at first I paid her to read my fortune
but now she tries to be a psychic (a horrible one at most) upon my behalf
after the secession was over I wanted to give het a tip but she refused
saying I should pay back when I become pure
but how can ones’ soul become pure again,
when it only found comfort in sorrow?