The Long Commute

He hangs his head. Like the breath through the mask on his face, his life has been feeling stifled. The days roll from one to the next.

The rain falls hard, pounding off the umbrella he grips tightly. The world around him looks so bright and accessible, but it's only for show. He has more solitude to endure before he can metamorphosise. For now, he remains in the shadows, driving forward and pushing on to better days, fighting the honourable fight towards his regained freedom.