And his tears started to fill the gaps between dreams and reality. Flowing with the love of a million broken hearts. The left over energy was something not to be lost or forgotten about, but rather something to be harnessed into something beautiful and powerful. He knew more then the rest of them, which made him more susceptible, or so you would think. His mind was as foolish as a new born and he made rash decisions, only to end in more heartache. And the energy started to build up into a tidal wave of emotions as it poured out of his soul.
A broken heart is not something to be ashamed of. It is a token of true love and it’s power should be channeled into something wonderful.