An ungerminated seed of hope in the mind becomes a festering wound in the soul...
He held it in his hand. It was cracked and fragile, but still intact.
He moved cautiously, trying not to break it.
Every thought he had was about it. Every action was to protect it.
They consumed him. He was sure everything he did would fix them. He was positive it had only made them worse.
When he closed his eyes he saw the cracks growing. He imagined how every action and decision had caused them to do so.
He anguished over it. He could feel it shatter. He could feel it breaking. It was breaking him.
But then one day, he squeezed his hand shut.
He felt the shards rip into his flesh. His fist filled with blood. The pain sent tears down his cheeks.
But after, there was calmness. And over time the wounds healed.
Then once again he opened his hand.
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