Gemotions

He walked through the familiar streets, the places where he had built his life. Suddenly, they felt unfamiliar. The butcher looked at him with pity, the barista offered a sympathetic nod, the neighbor whispered as he passed. Every place now felt like a stage. He felt so exposed, so raw. He quickened his pace, the ground rushing beneath his feet, but even his own two feet seemed to lack the strength to carry him away from the public gaze. He felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and the world seemed to shrink around him.