Just a hole

 

It felt like a hole, a big deep hole, sucking inside its tiny little bones, drying him up till there was nothing left. He felt uneasy surrounded by that thing. He didn't want to give it a name, nameless as it was, it had such an influence on him, that scaping seemed the greatest farest dream to ever be accomplished. He felt his heart dying little by little, it was time and will of life - consuming. Some was his fault as he felt somehow attached to it, may it be by heart or time.

 

It hurted him, but he continued living just like that, life posed there as something tasteless and plain straight, but he still had that hope, that maybe one day he'll no longer live in that shadow, that he'll learn to see all those marvelous things people seemed to stupidly enjoy. But years went by and the hole grew bigger and deeper.

 

He hated that thing, it was alive, he was sure, killing it was no easy task but that was all he could think about and it drew him crazier every day. His heart was falling apart day by day, and who knew what would come after tomorrow, he could not let that thing win, he knew he had to win, not for him, but for his life and the life of others. The nameless was a treat to everyone he cared about, vanishing it from its very purpose of existence seemed just fair. But was no right either, he felt.

Done