From ending to beginning...
The world had hit him straight on, leaving him crippled. The daily agony became heavier and heavier - making him tremble beneath all that rested upon him. All that he cared about was deceptive, he had less and less motive to wake with each passing day. He had no one he trusted to tell of that which destroyed him. Sitting down at his table, all alone he stared blankly at a piece of empty paper; suddenly movement. The pen scratched it's path along the paper, pouring it's heart out. Then abruptly the furious scratches halted... He rose like a lifeless shell, made his way to the door and stepped through... never to return again.