and so

he painfully poured his heart into a glass
bottle, carefully corking the top (so that
not a drop would spill out).
swirling it round and round, watching the
churning contents weep tears of
mass destruction.

with one quick motion, he hurled the
package of doom out into the
big beyond. a great wave snatched the poison
out of the air, smothering it down as the

tide receded. but he
didn't see that, didn't see that.

he was running away,

running away from his world
which was
to turn a darker shade of blue.