The entire landscape was covered with fog, as far as your eyes could see. Everything covered in one or another gloomy shade of gray.
In the eerie silence of gray sky, a visceral scream suddenly echoed through.
A scream that needed an escape for thirty long years. Thirty years of repressed anger, frustration, and misery. Thirty years of hiding your weaknesses because you were a man and men don’t cry.
You know, it’s strange.
I’ve avoided crying so much in my life, my eyes don’t even get wet anymore. At least not with the tears.
I can’t cry anymore. No matter how much I try.
I’ve depleted myself.
I’ve depleted my soul to the extent that if the entire world ends up burning, I wouldn’t care. I’d still be numb.
If you’re anything like me, you’d be more interested in the gut wrenching scream rather than the scenary.
Would you let the person who loves you the most see you like that? Crawled on the dirt, eyes wet, and screaming as if someone just pulled your heart out.
Not in this lifetime.