the emotions washed away by the tides of fatigue, he sat there, wordless. Not knowing how to feel anymore, not knowing what to do, not knowing what he wants. he is neither confused nor is he upset. it is as though he is in stasis.

he lacks nothing. yet he clearly needs something. a connection of sorts. a spark that triggers. a catalyst that ignites.

so there he remains, unmoved as ever despite all the pushes.

so there he remains, seemingly heartless.

so there he remains.

Labels: an occupied void never satisfied- why?

the wounds, a result of his folly was carefully stitched and cleansed with antiseptic. it was set in due course for full and speedy recovery. He had received the best treatment and medicine available. What could go wrong? But fate always had other plans in mind. That bump that he got. Just a little bump at the wrong spot and it spelt disaster.

the stitches were seemingly ripped apart by an inexplicable force. the wound split open anew and blood gushed out from the bottomless pit. He was soaked in his own tragedy. Where could he go? He did not know. All he could muster was a mere whisper of a whimper.


save me