The Twilight between two passing seconds, that seems to contain a whole world inside of it.
With questioning eyes, he looked at the world infront of him. He had nothing but one question, ”What did he ever do to bear all that befell him?” Perhaps that was the only voice of reason in the chaos that engulfed his mind. The replies received were but the strong winds that whizzed past his ears. But that wind seemed to contain an answer. A subliminal whisper that said, “You were born!”- He was born, that was may be the only reasonable explanation for the condition he was in. That was, may be, the only mistake he ever made, the reason he didn’t have friends or was blessed with a family that cared, but more importantly, understood him. Then again, had they cared, they would’ve seen him beyond his apparent flaws and failures. If they would’ve just witnessed the unspeakable horrors that dwelled his mind. The raging storms that went on and on and drove him closer to utter insanity with each passing second. Though he fought relentlessly, his power to resist eroded as the flooding waters of time ran through mercilessly. His nights were not accompanied by the serene touch of sleep that might have cradled his being to provide him with just an ounce of comfort, that every shred of his existence begged for. In the hour when the nocturnal cloak wrapped itself around all that was, his empty stares seemed to travel for miles but all they beheld were shadows. His screams of silence that bore fragments of his tormented soul were answered by cold, remorseless howls. Howls that resonated through him, and blended into the darkness that haunted his thoughts. In his nightmare of a life, each second of which he had lived as a walking corpse, he found himself unable to blame anyone for driving him here. For no one could have ever understood the gravity of their actions. Even if they did, it was too late to save him now. For he mustered up the strength to take one final step, and then he fell. And for every inch that he descended, he elevated a mile high, till he couldn’t be hurt anymore. And in the seconds before he reached the ground, he finally felt free, he felt, satisfied. But that satisfaction was short lived, for the very final thing he realized was that he would never know, what his epitaph read.