The most hurtable thing

The world is soundless. Silent and simple. Black desert and sky full of cold stars. Nothing is happening. Nothing is going on. White, icy white stars, like adamantine dust are motionless...Just sand with light rustle falls down every single moment. It hurts to brief it. And some time later you begin to hear the sand inside. Inside, where everything is bleeding. Millions of tiny blades, this grains of sand. Millions of blades inside - cold words, which ruined your heart. Under the water, deep, deep into the sea you still can find a place where dead ships found their last land. Silent haven. This ships were dreaming about it all their life. You can hide there, in dark emerald silence, among the anemones, which waving their petals. Among little silver fishes, flickering like flashes of moonlight. Among drowned people, motionless and still beautiful, like waxy figures. They look through you, deep in thoughts. Their hair are waving like algae.. Little pearls are lying on their hands. Like your heart was lying in someone's. Little fish - nacreous, white, is shining in black waters. And you begin to sink into the deep, following her. Little white fish.. Like pearl, like moonshine, like your lost heart. The water so cold.. And it hurts. When you brief it. Some time later you begin to hear the raw of the sea inside of you. Storm is raging inside. It hurts, it crashing the rest of your identity. But you are looking so calm, like those drown people, and the Deep is looking through your eyes while you are following the white fish.. Into the black abyss where even the smallest beam of light can't appear. Abandoned house in the corner of old park - still white, among the dark trees. How many years passed after it stopped to be your shelter of all troubles? And who will find you now, there, sitting on the floor, with extremely straight back, shivering in grief? Not even a word will escape yours lips. The deep is looking through your eyes and the sand is rustles in your chest, replacing your heart. You will never find it. All the words are pale and meaningless towards the pain. And even in times of disorientation and disarray there always would be two things, which will scared and strike you more than your pain - that all the things you believe will turn to ashes in the end and that someone is suffering because of you.