He thrived for acceptance, reading into every little gesture or action, replaying it over and over in his head till he had dissected every aspect of it and completely transformed it into something beyond recognition. But still he lacked satisfaction.
Thriving to compete, wanting nothing more than to be taken and treasured, he spent his days and nights obsessing.Soon his obsession began to define him. Slowly but surely moulding him into someone completely devoid of life. He was like an empty shell so very hollow from within.
His one goal in life had become a crucial part of whom he had become and so in a bid to make himself wanted, he began to lose the very thing his life had once balanced upon-his uniqueness and ability to find hope.
Standing at the very brink of indecisiveness, his life lay in the balance as he set his heart on the line once more.
Was this it? He often questioned himself. Yet with each question came rejection. As he lay awake drowning in self despair and misery, his little remaining hope swayed and plummeted.
Like many others around him, he had allowed all hope to die.. Staring into his beautiful eyes once so full of life, all I saw was a lost defeated man so full of sorrow.