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He stood alone on the curb. He was placed within the hustle and bustle of the busy city, knowing he did not belong there. Amidst the raucous noise he found silence. Standing awkward in his Armani suit, he contemplates, how did he become this? Simplicity in its hardest form, he could not decipher the code to his secrets.
Everyday the same… Walking the same route; passing by the same shops; the same homeless man begging for the same unwanted change. He, who saw his life in bright colours of excitement, was handed to him in back and white cards. There was a void that had not been filled with what he wanted. He, who had tried every high in life, fell so low.
When he was young he had this image of his life. He saw himself in a daze, a whirl; a spiral of heat and passion. This was all lost, and unconvinced he believed there was more to life. Every obstacle in his way was broken down with stride. But instead of strength, he gained pain. He was being chipped away at every attempt. Too much, that he broke. Decided there wasn’t more to life, not for him.
He introduced himself to the conventional way of life. He earned his money. He earned his house, his car; his everything. He was at the top of his game. But yet emptiness he felt as the world would pass him by. He’d been living in a shell, known to him as hell. He had painted his soul in shades of grey, he hid himself from everyone. Only showing his mask, the character he had played that helped him to forget his name.
He felt no longer. Seasons all alike, even springtime felt cold. His emotions, they were similarly dud. He was blessed with a different inner-view, where everything was magnified to create faults and help soothe his failure. To him life’s biggest high was changing his tie from black to navy blue. Trapped in the square box, temptation finally arrived at his door.
In crimson, aqua and emerald flows of happiness. Temptation was here to tempt. Was he to change his box like cycle of living? In return, find his truth. Who was he to know? Temptation was here to tempt, but he stayed in his shell; known to him as hell.
Everyday was still the same. He could not help but wonder what would have happened if he took on temptation. Would he be wrapped in a whirl of heat and passion? Or lost in a world foreign to his nature?
He would always stand alone of the curb; positioned in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the busy city. Raucous noise would fill him, but all he could hear was the sighs in his breaths, that echoed within him and his emptiness. No temptation could swerve him off track; nothing would remove him from his shell. His hell was home.