Disappeared world.

It's a pool of pain, yet he just can't stop it.
The feeling keeps growing like wild weed, struggling to grip the poor soil with fragile hands.
Why not she a bad girl ? Then I have a reason to get dumped, to be sad and forget.
Why not she accept me ? Then I have a reason to move on, to be motivated by a bright future of two, and die happily with it.
Why ... she has to disappear ?
When his hands seeking in void air for a thing, a thing to harbor.
How is he supposed to live on ? How is he supposed to think ... when he faces the inevitable future ? Did she think of that ahead ?

As if the whole world were sucked into a giant hole and no one knows where it leads to.
He's all alone, again.

Nuits de Princes - Joseph Kessel

...and he is unable to know to love. He is too keen on a fanciful world to understand a living man well. In his, they are nothing but necessary material for kneading.
... He sufficiently well-behaves to everyone. That kindness carries scent of nature, poet, humanity and honesty... As if people could easily understand his whole character, his world within, his truly is so extra-ordinary that he can share it with nobody...
His hidden nature advises himself off all the women who tried to sneak into the sacred garden of loneliness, where the wandering inspiration and unimportant worry reside...They are invaders, and they are alarmed...

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Time, an invisibly mighty influence, a destructive breeze of calmness, ... it scrubs leaking pipe of wound with eagerly dull and rough surface, and the container would feel nothing as Time goes by. At a moment, it is disgustingly unbearable, and that moment passed, and nothing matters. Later means Never.