A young girl once planted seeds, where most had sworn the soil barren. She lived her life as though the seeds bore purpose, nurturing them at moments, but mostly carrying about in suspenseful stillness.
The girls name is Hurt, some know her as Pain. A precious and delicate blessing, we should all allow in our lives...once and a while. She'll dance under the faintest moon and quietly escape as the sun rises. But let her plant some seeds before she leaves, and eat from the fruit it bares; it might turn out to be the sweetest you've ever had.