He's walking down the rain covered tarmac.

Each step hurts his cardboard legs.

The little switch on the side of his head aches with memories and letdowns.
His mind is as grey and hard as the wet blacktop upon which he walks.

He feels empty, which isn't strange considering his cardboard body. But this is his soul, it weighs heavy on his small frame.

So much to carry, so much to work on. Will there ever be a stop to the amount of burden they lay upon him? When will his time to rest come? Will he ever be able to reach out again?

He had tried reaching out; to a girl. The most wonderful tinfoil girl you could ever imagine. The shine, the sparkle and the form was almost too much for the eyes to behold.

They had began talking to each other and very soon they started to spend a lot of their free time together. It was then that things began to...change. The feeling he had locked far far away began to rise to the surface.

He let them.

And it seemed that she welcomed them and answered in kind. They had what seemed like love for a while. Then she remembered her husband who was off far away. After that he became more of a friend, and he was fine with that.

But it meant to yet again walk the cold, wet tarmac...

Forever feeling empty and powerless

Like a boy, made out of cardboard