Lenny found himself lost. He was like a lone boat in the middle of a stormy sea with no idea for the right direction, and threatening waves, pleaded his demise.
Ironically, his eyes looked back at those waves and all he wanted to do was sink into them.
Lenny had always prided himself in his ability to figure out people, to find his way and make the best of it. As far as he was concerned, he had always done the right thing, even if it was wrong.
then again, the definition of what was right and what was wrong was a very thin line. Regardless, he did his best. Creating morals to guide his actions, regardless of his endless desires and the pain that came with their fulfillment.
Now that he thought about it all, he could not help but laugh at himself.
So miserable he was right now, that Lady death had to come herself and become his therapist.
in truth, he could hear her words, but making sense of them was a trouble circumstance for him.