Birds chirped happily, skipping from one branch to the next. Sun shines on his face, giving his skin the otherworldly glow as cold wind billows slowly, rustling his short mass of hair, tinged with grey streaks, stark evidence that no one is immune from the ravages of time.
He sat alone, dolent and forlorn in the midst of the humanity, lost in thought, lost in his own reverie, his world, supposedly untouched and unblemished by anyone until the eventful day.
His life is now just a hull of a hulking ship. Empty of its haul, its commodity in life. Life is never the same anymore. His life is like a ticking clockwork, devoid of purpose and direction. Just the tick-tock which moves like his beating heart. Involuntary muscle spasm that works regardless of emotional or spiritual agony that permeates his whole being.
He peers around the almost empty park, trying to calm himself. Teary eyes blurred his vision, as rivulets streamed down his cheeks. He didn't bother to wipe his tears away. There's no need to do that anymore in this foreign land. He tried to hold back but waves upon waves of emotion flooded through his consciousness. He chocked, alternating between snorting and gasping for breath as tears grew from drops to gushing stream.
He thought he had the determination to numb the pain that went beyond layers of human comprehension. He thought he was well crenellated against all the onslaught of emotional roller coaster, but he should have known that there's no bulwark that can withstand the tsunami.
He felt helpless being so weak emotionally, he felt the emptiness at the core of his being, like a black hole with their immense gravitational pull into pure nothingness.
