Collectively, His thoughts would hope to heal a broken past.
That somehow a clean slate would repair his actions and undo what has already become history.
He sits in anguish, thinking well into the night; brushing against the shadows again and again wishing that time itself would be rent, slashing the undesirable events from his life meshing with the former experience of peace and solidarity in his heart.
Realizing at length the unfruitfulness of his longings, at daybreak, he exits immediately from within the dawn clothed in new light ascending the low dungeons of self pity in which he was bound.
Upon leaving and driven with new intent,
he says to himself, the key to a better future hinges on the present course of action. May the light of this new day bring a better tomorrow.
As he sheds a tear of remorse
and sets the course for a better life, he struggles to makes room in his heart for a new beginning.
Concealed within that tear is His pain, His memories. But as it falls, splatters into a million pieces across rough terrain, his past remains there. Shattered and broken. Hopefully, as it seeps deep into the earth it will give birth to a new beginning.
Earth, his new home.