On my journey to nowhere, I nearly stepped on a heart. I picked it up, shards and all, and crushed it between my hands. Although bloodied and bruised I could not fully feel the pain of my hands. A shattered glass heart was just broken into smithereens. In a moment of curiosity I dabbed a drop of interest on it, and it quickly began to mend itself together again. This wretched creature feasted on emotion. As soon as a shred of interest was watered upon it, it bloomed and blossomed like the flowers of may. And when the interest was taken away, it began to break again, piece by piece as the emotion supplementing growth was stolen. The creature of the heart, is a deadly and disgusting one.
