He cut a lonely figure as he made his way through life, unable to trust signals the heart sent to his brain.
Defenses were built, a thin but durable wall that kept him from realizing what he had.
Defenses against a non-existent enemy, defenses that robbed him of nourishment that could have fattened his soul. Given him life. Made him whole.
The emptiness was so familiar it lurked like background noise. Always there, but not crippling.
He found no anchor in life. Nothing to shatter the superficiality. No driving force to bring meaning.
He suspected it was out there, suspected it was within him, believed it could be corralled and fanned into a roaring flame.
Fire of inspiration. Fire to destroy and purify. Fire of resurrection.
Still, he had no handle on the solution. A solution just outside his grasp.
Anger consumed him. He knew he was not trying hard enough.
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