The flame had gone out,
and he was falling asleep. Everything was so heavy in wake of all the news. He
cried and cried but still could not find any relief. He began walking alone out
of the park and back to the road. Where, would he go now, he wondered.
With no strong
connections there wouldn’t be any place he needed to go. But, seeing as he
could not physically leave the planet, he had to go somewhere. The pain felt so
real but didn’t have much of basis in reality. It was just pain for the sake of
pain? He didn’t really know.
With his backpack on and
his zip off pants on, he wandered down the road going left or right didn’t
really matter. In a way this sounds like freedom but the lack of a direction
left him nose deep in self-doubt. His gut told him not to worry about it, but
his thoughts were filled with them making it very hard to think straight.
As he reached into his
pocket and pulled out a smoke, he pictured himself feeling some relief with the
inhale of the cigarette. The nicotine would give a brief feeling of
satisfaction which he was craving so badly.
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