A little bit far away, the lamp post illuminating little area. Roads are not much that busy. Just trucks and busses, minding their own businesses. Passing so fast, hard to look at. Sweaty, trembling and trying to hold his tears as he sits under a old banyan tree. No lights there, Darkness. No sound of humans. Some dogs barking in alleyways. Too much confused, asking himself, "Why?", again and again. He wants to scream. He wants to cry out loud. No ones there. Nobody would ask him anything or accuse him for what he's not. No one will try to stop him. He was looking at the road, dark pitch black. Doing its job what it was made for. Nobody is going to complain about it until its broken and it can't hide those broken sides, too much exposed. A strong gust of wind and horn of a truck cut off his all those thoughts and brings him down to reality. Suddenly he realizes, his cheeks all wet. He starts to talk to himself. "Where did it all go wrong? How all of those feelings, thoughts, memories, laughter, love came down to one basic need of humans? Why a touch of a human sparked a new dream? Why would he betray himself just to hear his heart thumping again for someone?"
Then he stopped and looks at his right side to that banyan tree, where the record of humans
of this city stored. And to his left a lamp post. He suddenly realizes something. If something goes wrong with the lamp post, someone will come and fix it and it will continue its job, illuminating the road with its beautiful neon light. On the other side, the banyan tree, spreading out its wing, darkness at its root, proud, sheltering lost souls, observing a pathetic being who is about to remove his existence from this plain.
He gets up with a smile, and start walking forward......