As his feet softly tapped onto the frozen pavement, he could see the steam of his breath clouding in front of his face.
There were people everywhere and all of them seemed to be looking at him, their eyes were burning into his soul, engulfing it in flames untill there was nothing left but an empty, selfconcious man.
His brain raced, searching for the right way to walk, to talk, to hold himself. He felt awkward and wrong, like everything molded together as one, so perfect, but he was that one piece of the puzzle no one could find a place for.
He was lost and alone in this circus of a world, his one sanctuary, existed only when he was alone. There was nowhere for him to go, no place he belonged.
So he just kept walking into he mist of his own breath, searching for a non-existant home.
There were people everywhere and all of them seemed to be looking at him, their eyes were burning into his soul, engulfing it in flames untill there was nothing left but an empty, selfconcious man.
His brain raced, searching for the right way to walk, to talk, to hold himself. He felt awkward and wrong, like everything molded together as one, so perfect, but he was that one piece of the puzzle no one could find a place for.
He was lost and alone in this circus of a world, his one sanctuary, existed only when he was alone. There was nowhere for him to go, no place he belonged.
So he just kept walking into he mist of his own breath, searching for a non-existant home.
