The man, the circle, the world.

"You, one lonely man.

On an almighty planet.

The world. Against. You."

He walked the chaotic streets in silence. With sluggish pulls his feet dragged against the cold hard concrete floor, his head hung low. In his mind there were so many things running through he found it almost impossible to think straight. Ever since he entered the circle nothing went right. Nothing. The night sky attempted brilliance with the crescent of the moon and the occasional shimmering of the stars, yet all he took in was the gloominess of the impending clouds. 

Grey. He felt the grey and the loneliness.

In the circle everyone had different characteristics. Some were the most beautiful beings on earth, someone were bequeathed with wealth, and there were the occasional few with a decent heart. In this circle everyone lived lives against the traditional norm. There were some who tried to gain acceptance from the world, while some simply rebelled and started their brand new lives. But there was one thing that bound all of them together- and that was to seek true love. True love, however, was too intangible in the circle. Everyone was too materialistic and focused on the immediate gains, with none who had the far sight to see what they really want.

So when he entered the circle, he struggled and lived a living hell. Delusions and self-deprivations tossed him into a realm of pain and regret. He fought to get out of the circle, but like a ravaging tornado it just sucked him back in, deeper and deeper with every futile attempt at escaping.

He was lost in transition. The circle, it appears, was his nemesis.