He was left void, the kind that crumbles you to the ground, and feeling too much. The little pieces of past were not enough, the instructions did not help. How could they? He was a broken man, standing at the edge of the world, a road laying out in front of him, a road he had desperately wanted to walk on, but could not. He was bound and restrained, by himself, at the perimeter of normality.
| Friday 8/11 |









