UNKNOWN ENTITY

It’s a lucky thing, to have a name. It gives one a sense of identity, a sense of purpose. To not have a name is to be nobody, to be unknown, unloved, uncared for, and forgotten. And possibly the worst pain a person can feel, is losing that identity, that sense of purpose. It leaves that person, who was once somebody, an empty shell. Much like the entity you encountered on this very night on your stroll through the park. A man who seemed to……flicker like a lightbulb. As if disappearing and reappearing over and over and over again. It’s hard to see his face, but when you do see it……he seems sad………..no…..that word is a pale and hollow term to use to describe him. This man is broken. As if he lost everything dear to him.