Atlas

Matthew would have never thought his lack of feelings would lead him to this. That emptiness inside him, that void, that gap he lived with, was now full. It was full of dreams and hopes, of marvelous thoughts and ideas, but each and everyone of those dreams and ideas were foreign. They were not his belongings, he had stolen them. He had been hired by a cause much greater than his own. He was no longer Matthew anymore. As it might seem everything was sorrow and sadness, its not. Everything might have been lost. Everything but hope.