Moments

In that moment, I knew.  It was then that I felt my heart break, shatter into tiny pieces, because I knew that I would never have that again.  Inside of what had once been wonderment, there was now only emptiness.  Because all that was left was that empty shell...the pieces of a broken heart reforged into a tenuous receptacle, not capable of bearing any force.

But all it was was force.  In pure emotion, there is nothing short of that power, that force, which could break the strongest of people and build kingdoms in the right hands.  What was left when that force couldn't be sustained, the only remnants were broken pieces of empty shells.  Everything had fallen away and what remained was simply that--nothing.

As quietly and suddenly as it had come and filled the soul with marvelous emotion, ceaseless energy, and eternal wonder, so it was gone, leaving in its wake a trail of destruction and emptiness.  There wasn't even any pain, just emptiness.  Because emptiness does not allow itself to feel pain, to make sense of emotion, to bring to light any sort of force.

There it sat, a broken heart, lying empty and powerless, waiting for something, anything, to come to light.

Nothing did.