Small Dark World

It had taken her some time to truly process what he had truly become. He had become distant and despondent, numb of genuine emotions that could have proved valuable at some crucial turning points. He had become withdrawn and reclusive, determined to be alone and uselessly occupied. Sometimes he would write, sometimes he would watch classic television or classic films. Sometimes he would smoke a bowl to enhance the experiences. He would also hand craft Ruby Slippers. It was his hobby turned obsession, an obsession that could consume him, had consumed him, was consuming him. He had little else in his tiny world to occupy himself. He was lonely, looking for anyone who may possibly understand his small dark world.