Once again I find myself conflicted. I feel like it's because I see it in too many forms. It appears differently for everyone and shimmers differently too. I look at what I'm holding, and it doesn't shine brightly as others. There's no intensity. The light is faint and cool. I'm conflicted...sometimes bordering frustrated. I don't think I can change how I feel. I'm the strangest person I know. I think if I were to be more conventional, love wouldn't be so hard.