The glow of the monitor was all that he could see from the courtyard, he was walking to the dingy little apartment he called home, miles away from all his contempories. All the world could care less about him, and his aspirations at that moment. As he approached the stairs that led to his apartment, he looked up the stairs and sighed, his sigh was met by the darkness, the oblivion, the most umbral of all forgotten memories. The sigh was his way of expressing the lonliness that crept within his heart." Another day ends, another lonely night begins" he thought to himself. Then walked up the stairs in the lonely darkness, without light they forget you he thought to himself.

He had been like this for the last six months, for no aparent reason, one day he woke up and felt that he was sad. The sadness corroded his self esteem, it had reached the inner layer of his soul. "All alone, and sad is no way to live" he thought to himself every day. Sadness works like a cavity if you think about it. It eats away at your outter layers it cracks and eats away until it reaches the soft portion of your soul. The soul being defenseless cracks and festers, under the saddness. Loneliess fills every part of his body, the smile outside hides the rot that has made it to his core. There is no other way, he knows what he has done. He knows what he has to do...

His appartment offers him no confort, the yellowed walls.....