More and more, the young man would fall into despondency.
So much so, that when he wasn't in this state, he felt that
he was just in-between. A temporary break in the pit.
Much as he liked to appear strong, (and he did indeed crave
emotional strength) at his core, he was desperately lonely.
He would wonder, and wonder, sometimes into the very realm
of the nature of existence.
At the end of the wormholes in his mind however, there
appeared nothing but a bleak expanse. This expanse was
void of meaning and seemed to cry out to him, that there
was no meaning. Meanings are created. If you can't make one.
Then there is nothing.
That is why the young man felt so alone.
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