Demolished man walked to the me, his short-black hairs were gone already, I knew just this when I looked intensely. He asked me a question by whispiring; and I couldn't answer it, nor I believed. Question was not a question to answer like all questions were asked to the him when he lost himself in danger spirits.
Society continually asks about relationships; How many you've had, how many you've faked. Society constantly asks about affection; Whether you've expressed affection or not.
Society never asks how many times love lead to heartbreak; What you undeservedly deserved. Society never asks if you're okay; Whether you're living positively or whether you feel like just another brick in the wall, waiting to be vandalised and demolished.