A lump rises in his throat.
It is 12:20 am and there is a
faint sound of dogs barking
on the street. A void begins to
grow
within him from the centre of the
heart and
spreads slowly. It weighs
down everything. It is like being
abandoned on a gloomy overcast day
by the ones who don’t want
you anymore. Loneliness hits him
hard like a bullet going through
someone’s head. Just a shot and
he
falls down on the ground with the
thick warm crimson fluid oozing
out
and making a small puddle on the
carpet.
Sadness is subjective.