Notes

Personally speak it, with honest candid words, he was never known for the inner persona that he is. Each eye was blinded by a certain perspective, and each mind is incessantly glued to it. The aura of unorthodoxy that he possessed differentiated his soul upon others, in which he, alone, tend to constantly acknowledge. That strange atmosphere that devours him is nameless, lost among the amalgamation of somber emotions that are, indeed, all equivalently daunting.

Albeit, it had long since evolved into a forced routine which is inexorable but to maintain or dispute. It flabbergasts its arrival in the gloaming, and being a tristeza noctivagant, he often enjoyed the time where the twilight sky crept through. The window by the end of his room never failed to expose the full elements that the sky brought along with it. Therefor, in his daily stretchy hours, he spent them sitting and observing the beauty the world offered. Slowly, with his solitary conscious, he dissolved within the thoughts that induced themselves. Time always moved faster in his mind than in reality, as though he was traversing through space.

Every now and then the sudden gushing wind that loudly tapped would drag him out of his state and return him back to his original position. Readjusting his glasses, he once again observed as his neighbours lights drifted off one by one. The utter silence allowed him to hear the far away placid sound of psithurtim. Cars drove across streets, but as the hours were getting late, the city evanesced from presence. Every visible matter was darkened, leaving only living shadows as remnants. He found himself despising it. Loathing the tranquility that he did not desire. He stood up to break the monotone, and flounced out with a wave of futile rage sweeping over him. A book met his sight by the desk, grabbing it with a hope of distraction, but disgruntled by his weakness. It was as though he was illiterate, unable to read due to his excogitation. The next provided option was to promenade circularly in his apartment, pretending it was the first time entering it.
Finally, just as he decided to end the day with heavy sighs and sleep, something new took hold of him. Curiosity it was, perhaps. Pausing for seconds, he comprehended his idea, rushed to wear his shoes and comfy coat, then made his way toward the front door. The cracking sharp noise that followed was proof that he had not witness the outside for quite a while. But, now that he did, it seemed like he a portal to another discovery.
The streets are dour and gloomy just like his predication, but nevertheless, he continued on to vicambulate. The place had a music of its own, the metal shutters are strapped like plasters over people's reinforced windows, and they lightly rattled. There weren't any business there any more, and the doorways are all locked and barred, and the only things that stood sentinel are the poles carrying electricity and quite building.
Moving his bones was unreal to him, as if recalling a lost memory. He crunched his arms around his chest, to keep himself warm from the icy weather that diffused through him. The black road was only reflecting the nighttime cast of the street lights.
Picking up speed, he let out the accumulated energy that immured him. He embraced the furore of stomping, and unforeseen, he broke out into a run. The track blurred below him, surging a massive adrenaline. His ignited mind tend to make him run even far. He took a glimpse at the luminous stars and felt himself running along with them. He knew that if his scars unfolded and dissipated, they'd be a rhythmical constellation of stars would form and that if observed from ajar, they would only seem infinitesimal sparking dots, forming an elongated, unidentified shape that's true complexity is hidden behind its beauty.
Just above his own breath, barely heard above the pulse of his heart, echoed the sound the footsteps of a man who went through a process of rejuvenation.
He halted, feeling his legs numb and his throat close, making it difficult to fully breath.

To be continued or something.