“I felt the hurt well up in me like a darkness, at first it was a light misty fog that was pulsating with every beat of my heart. That bloom bloom sound echoing from my core made the misty fog swirl like a pack of darkly colored wild birds back and forth inside my depths. I couldn’t fight back the torment, the floodgates had burst open revealing the bitter waters of tainted love. Soon the misty fog had developed into the darkest thickness of any fog you could imagen. Lost in the darkness you only find you get hurt even more, no longer was there an echoing bloom bloom sound of a heartbeat, it had intensified and was all around. Encaged and engulfed into a reverberation of darkness that was the loudest silence you’ll ever hear and feel.” “Affairs of Hart” by Ryan L. Rinehart
