Words to cry to...

He is slowly regaining fragments of himself he thought were long gone. His loneliness allows him to re-examine the past. To re-evaluate everything that was done to him, and everything he did to others. This journey will not be easy, for the emotions he is feeling are fresh and completely new. He truly held a heart, and his was held in turn, and even though his lies shattered on the ground, he knows that somehow, against all odds, it will rebuild. Perhaps into something no one has ever seen before. A beating vessel able to overcome even the greatest of encumbrance, steady and firm as it is bombarded by anyone who might claim it next. There are no thoughts of the future, no dreams of how he'll one day find resolution for the chaos that runs amok in his soul. There is only a slight calm and serenity in realising that even though he failed, he cannot be too sad, because above all else, what he felt was real.