Never Even Began

[SquareChinOrDeath]

The journey of man who walks life's tight rope without a net, is a paradoxical oddysey - a quest of connection while wading deeper into isolation. He convinces himself that he's "different", a lone wolf, too sharp for the world, but in truth, he's paralyzed by the vulnerability connection demands. Days blur into nights, years slip through his fingers, and life itself becomes a spectator sport - watched, not lived. The tragedy lies in his inaction, the eternal stalemate between desire and fear.

 

[SquareChinOrDeath]

He strides through the death-shadow valley as the vultures are eerily watching.
His destiny - calling his name, a touch of hope where there was none. Perhaps a purpose.
Soon after this delusion is wearing off, life Is fleeting, he wakes up and smells the ashes.