The road he once traversed, the path he once walked, the routine that had give him purpose, now felt impossibly distant. He longed to return, to rebuild what was destroyed, to reclaim the contentment that once seemed unshakeable.
But every attempt felt futile, every effort to reclaim himself falls short, every step burdened by the weight of his failure.
And so, he remained. Trapped in the wreckage of his own making, unable to rise, unable to move.
