His soul is damaged and his heart is raw. The ego has taken over. Humanities worst enemy- the ego. It has outgrown him, and he can’t feel what others feel. He has drifted away from compassion. His heart is dark. An empty hole. It has fallen into a deep sleep of self absorbance. That’s where he lives now; with the ego as a close companion. Who is this person? I cannot recognize this soul. The body is infected and it oozes out damage from in-side-out. It’s bleeding. Sow it back carefully. The scar will gently blend with the rest of the complexion. No one will know it is there, only the one that carries it still. The scar of broken trust. The scar of life… for rest of life.