He really escapes. Again.
Because he is a coward.
Because he cannot see how his life continues to crumble brick by brick like an old, dilapidated and unnecessary building.
Because he is a coward.
Because he cannot see how his life continues to crumble brick by brick like an old, dilapidated and unnecessary building.
And it is not at all necessary for outsiders to know that sometimes this loneliness makes him want to howl and climb on the wall. It became a comfortable companion for him, a familiar pain. And if one day the day comes when it dissipates, it will even be somehow empty without this constant sensation of soreness oozing blood in the chest.
