He lives in a moldy ruin. Only a sledgehammer could save him from it. A ruin formed by fear and paralysis. The sadness and loneliness is in the air but is never spoken.
I cannot bear the way this dilapidated fortress reflects my own passivity and solitude; how it terrifies me with the possibility that someday I will be the broken down ruin.
I hide in the bathroom and cry tears of sadness, fear and loneliness: the forbidden feelings and words dripping down my cheeks as I stare at the rotting walls.