The inert light

A stranger walks the path of the righteous, forgetting his past.
walking alone his soul is tortured and scorned, it had been a long time since the light had touched this stranger.

He's wounded and trapped, in a body that doesn't fit him and a mind that can't comprehend it's surroundings well enough to communicate to the outside world, for this stranger it's like being in a body that apears to function normally but has wires crossed inside, amongst

the clutter there is clarity, a very deep deep way into the mind of the stranger there is a small yet immersed resemblance of light..

this is his soul.. although dark and twisted, visible.. His soul resembles a wilted flower, once beautiful but withered away from the lack of nurturing..

This stranger was not always strange, he once had a name, he once had a face, he once had a soul.
he came across a soul, a light, what he would come to see as his inert light, to brighten his once tortured soul.

Through pain and hardship the stranger with a face had created a void, the inert light had filled the void, like a grave filled a body.. perfect but morbid.

The light changed him, moved him and reprogrammed his motive, the stranger with a face had a soul that was so twisted and bitter he was afraid to even seek inside himself..

The light came and revealed a secluded part of the stranger with a face, his soul.. like the weltered flower. The inert light was constant and persistent and nurtured the soul, gave the stranger nourishment and health, the stranger not only had found his face again but found his kindling spirit.

At first the inert light become his only desire, his only motivation, his only hope to seek.. but the stranger with a face had looked in the mirror..

the mirror reflected not the inert light that had shone so vividly on his face but the demons that encompassed his damaged soul.. his soul too tortured too broken, he dimed the light with his own two hands...

the light was dim, and now like the stranger... not inert but lost.

The stranger became strange... the light became distant and a pre existing savoir, lost in history and distorted memories...

not a reality but a prolonged intercepted dream..

the light was gone.. diminished by the stranger soul..

this is how the stranger has no name.. no face and no soul..