His room was a mess just like his head, just like his life, everything was out of its place. He wouldn’t find anything he needed if he looked for it, like the answers to his unsaid questions were lost in his head. His room was dark, as dark as his path; where he was unable to find a way. His room was cold, so cold and foggy; his eyes were unable to make out anything in the vicinity of his sight. He was lying on the floor like a heap of immovable matter. His eyes were open, like that of a dead person staring at death but his chest rose and fell like that of a living; the rhythm of his heartbeat was falling behind. Tear stained cheeks were losing their color little by little. Feeling himself falling far in the deep void he shuts his eyes, whilst a warm droplet left one of his eyes and trailed down his temple and down the ear.

------------------------

He slowly opened...