The beauty of nature

This is the story of a wounded heart but he hides it from all the other hearts so that it appears that his heart is the strongest. He hid all his wounds well. Almost perfect. Blood melted covered with beautiful cloth. Make the heart look more colorful. He hid his sad stories in a book. He wrote everything he had ever felt there. termoil, ignorance, and hypocrisy that became his friend so far. Written everything he experienced and burned. His ashes were kept on the edge of the reef.
One day he met another heart. What kind of unpredictable heart. The heart asked why put the ashes in there. Then the injured heart replied "the waves will come every day, scrape it and this ashes will disappear". A flat heart looked at him. Then he said "then just throw the ashes into the loose sea, the water will drown it and he dissolves." They fell silent. The wounded heart obeyed. And the ashes he dumped into the open seas.
From then on they became close friends. They often beat with the same rhythm. And they fall in love. The wounded heart is getting stronger. He almost perfectly conceals the wound. And a flat heart is no longer flat. She's on the stairs. Being sharp and rough. And he hurt that strong-looking liver. He accidentally stabbed the wounded heart because it was too tightly hugged him. Blood ran heavily. It does not stop and the heart is crying. Whining like a child but the flat heart does not know how to stop the blood, relieve the tears. He was too flat to be sensitive and understood the pain of a wound. He panicked. He brought the injured heart into the open sea. Where they throw away the dark ash of the heart that has hurt him. He said "you are the strongest heart I have ever met" Now you are bleeding and whining like a weak person Stop jumping in. The salt water will seep into your wound and your blood will stop flowing It will be sore but it will stop your blood and believe me I will pull you back before the pain eats away all your parts ".
The wounded, strong-looking heart believes. Hopefully he jumped into the ocean. He felt salty sea water seeping into his wound. White. Very hurt. He can not. She tried to float. Looking up to find the heart he loves. But he was not there. He's lying. He left it in the ocean. Let it float and wobble. The heart is crying out loud. Immersed all the parts. Cursed himself who was too innocent. He believes in the wrong heart. A flat but sharp heart. The heart that taught him the perfect hypocrisy. The heart that pushed him into a very torturous sea of ​​torment. "Oh god .. where else I hide my wound now? .." he lamented lamely. The wretched wail of regret. She has lost her beauty. She drowned. The further to the bottom of the sea. And at the bottom of the sea he encountered the ashes he had thrown away. Once again he is lied to ... the ashes of wounds and sorrows can never be dissolved by water. He's getting worse.

He is very unfortunate and very damned that flat heart. The one who left him at the bottom of the sea with his sore wounds and the dusty grains of dust. He became a heart full of sorrow and lara. Shut up at the bottom of the sea by embracing the dust. He fell back. And this time dumped into the sea floor full of pangs. He will not die .. because he is a strong heart. Who is able to bless his grief and his way.