Everyone who had the power to make me feel is gone…I lost them all to the trite affairs of life. And only once you’ve been this terribly insulted by fate can you allow yourself to get so far from the idea of feeling…to become completely indifferent and emotionally hollow. It was a foreign concept at first and I could never have imagined I would adopt it so readily. But it has become such a strong part of me that I’m afraid I no longer know how to relate to humanity.
From one city to the next, life has ceased to charm me in any valuable way. At first glance, the different flocks of people, adorned in their own city’s armor, appeal to my soul’s thirst for the unknown…but each time, it’s a predictable story, it’s a story I’ve already read, I’ve already lived. It’s a pain I’ve already known. And so I let myself go hungry for another night…but as my heart continues to starve, I watch the flicker of light inside me dimming. I tried to remove myself from what I thought to be too cruel to endure…and yet here I am, broken and hurt as ever.
