As I felt the warmth from her body escape my chest, I quickly realised the shiver sent down my spine, and with just quick words the whole context of my persona made doubt its verifiable quality.
What if I maladapted?
In a subconscious format of an unyielding immovable husk lacking so called feelings.
A psychopath is commonly misconstrued as a cold calculated sadist. A monster that belongs to the formulaic, straight and robotic function.
What if I lied myself within a projection of improper process. In a weakened state.
In a vulnerable stance.
In a psychotic reaction to high emotional distress.
Could it be?
Is that such a thing?
Could it be involuntary?
I have been thinking all this for so long that I have become a version that caresses any reflective response through emotions, a fallen symbol or persona of a tragic neutral and uncaring man. A man that only shows penance in sadness.
That man was never going to grow.