Extremely pleased, staring into the mirror,
The new suit felt perfectly snug. Another piece
of armor concealing his truest self. Unsure of who or
what he was staring at, but so enamored with the reflection
staring back. Able to travel to a new place at the whim, but never
able to feel comfortable in the hour before his eyes sunk into sleep in
his hotel room. Wide awake as beautiful women peacefully slept next to him,
unable to stop thinking about all else outside the bedroom. Able to continue with
business as usual, but unable to feel any satisfaction in himself despite his successes.
He needed to become a better tailor. One that could create a suit that absorbed all from
the outside instead of shielding himself in on false pretenses. One with deeper
pockets for gratitude to collect all of the meaningful experiences available
in the plethora of cities traveled to. Instead of one with holes spilling
curiosity and studiousness as the world’s lessons and subtleties
somehow go unnoticed. Running in circles chasing a ghost.
Following his reflection he continues to wear his suit.
Smiling, the executioner handed him a rope.
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