It was not obvious at first.
He withdrew.
It was a slow process.
No change in the tone of his voice.
The shy smile remained in place.
But that strong man began sliding.
Very slowly.
Into a pit of weakness.
The brain slurred certain things.
The muscles politely sagged.
The body that had belonged to a noble
warrior began a descent into HELL.
Depression?
Disease?
Disorder?
Does it matter now?
He lives between two worlds.
Not knowing where to step or when...