Smash! it was the sound of birth, like the breaking of someting sacred, a treasure he kept away in a box no one could see, a box kept hidden.
The day he left it out in the rain is the day he heard the crack and knew a truck had run over it.
He wasn't disappointed because it meant he had nothing left to signify who he was. he wanted to change, to become new. he wanted to be reborn.
It was a road he walked down, a river he swam in naked, a flower he picked with a fragrance that filled the room, a piece of fruit sweet to the taste, velvet cloth against the face.
It was everything he could see and it was as if he had never observed it before.
As if vision was now his treasure and the box he kept it in was his soul.