Gemotions

The city noise, usually a comforting backdrop, felt like a cacophony. He had taken the rejection letter, crumpled it, and thrown it in the bin. He'd spent the day wandering, the aimless movement failing to provide any solace. He felt a deep, profound void, an emptiness that seemed to swallow everything.

He sat on a park bench, the cold metal seeping through his jeans. He watched the world go by – couples laughing, children playing, people rushing home – and felt utterly disconnected. He barely registered their existence. His eyelids drooped, and a profound lethargy settled over him, threatening to engulf him in darkness. He wished the sun would set and he could find his own internal stillness.