retrenchment

Staring at the visual images on the screen across the room, he was feeling something he had never known before. His mind wandered, his body hurt, longing for a contact, his heart pushed against his ribs to break out of captivity. His body went cold yearning for warmth, the fluid of life oozing out of his upper body. He did not trust his feelings, nor did he need any support. The path he had to tread was marked out. The goals that were so clear were lost haze, their importance and validity questioned.

He warped his arms around himself hoping for warmth, the pain only grew. Life had now through his misery thrust upon him a weakness that made beings of his kind potent to overpower the creator itself