闲人

Like an animal, you fight. Everyday, for a meal, for the right to mate, to be leader of the pack, hoping that one day, you won't have to fight anymore. Then you get caught and put into the zoo. No more fights, no more distractions. Nothing more to draw your attention from despair. The deep despair that rises from the essence of your being, and crushes your soul, bit by bit, until nothing is left but an empty shell.