Estranged in this world lies a foreign man, a man who knows not even in the slightest heartbeat that he’s alive. As the muses guide his soul in life, time became nothing more than mere tickings of the clock. For he lives not in the present but in the past that had long forsaken him…
Yet in these memories he held ever so tightly, they just tears him apart with each waking. Like a broken recorder, snippets of past plays vividly in his mind, sometimes with the oddments of other imageries he conjured.
Though tears would form, he knows better that such despondency is just superfluous. For he’s just waiting, waiting for that right person to come. That person who would make him step forward again…
Or maybe he will never move again…
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