Sited in the middle of the room alone, is the poor soul hunched in despair, swaddled in tangled thoughts waiting, staring blindly into darkness creeping in through the windows. It crawls onto the huge dining table, swallowing the chairs and couch in its wake like some evil, hungry monster slithering towards its feeble prey.
Tick tock of the clock resonates over the cold brick walls growing louder with each passing second creating an ominous buzz in his ears but he is stuck in time, immobilized by the weight of lost years heavy in his heart. Sickening nausea wells up deep down in victim’s throat drowning all hope as cold nostalgia chills his person to the bone.
Sinking into self inflicted misery like quicksand, only faster with no hanging bough to hold onto, he suffocates with every bated breath inhaled. He was on an all important quest to find himself but he got lost on the way with no G.P.S locator or any good old pathways to lead him home and thing is, this he has no idea where to start neither does he know where his expedition leads.
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