Somethings die for no reason

Day after day, Charles D. Stewart would wake up, feeling unappreciated. losing the thoughts that made him so rich in life, seemed like the were being taken for granite. even by himself. his body aged by depression, and his mind weak by his appetite for boredom and laziness. he claimed that writed block was the culprit, but a 5 years absence is far to much to borrow. alcohol is his last friend, and she's leaving. just like the house and car. writing was the only happiness he had, now he nothing. he's dying. a slow painful death.

a man with a silver soul and heart of gold now suffers on the bare floor, day after day.