Losing heart

A boy had a head filled with strange dreams. He knew that this world was gone already, killed. He waited for a time to come when people would know it as well."Will they stop killing then?" he wondered. "Will they stop taking the beauty away?" and many sleepless nights came.The boy would think all of the time, though not about the things he imagined the others thought about. They spoke words of such vulgarity and and ignorance that he imagined their thoughts must not be any different."No," he concluded one rainy day,"They cannot stop, for it is all they know. It is not their fault though, hate has stolen their hearts."
A beautiful feeling it was when the boy met a person, who liked to hear his voice, and liked to admire his paintings."Run away with me." he said. "I can't." the person replied, "for I am afraid."
"Afraid?!" the boy yelled, "Of what could you possibly be afraid of now, after walking and living among the most frightening beings to ever exist?" "I am sorry,I want to go with you," the person said, "but this place, is my home." the boy backed away from the person, his heart torn in two, and he cried for the world, and also for he had realized, that his home would not be found for a long, long time.