Momentarily. He was disavowed of his capabilities. Memorably.
But, the trauma instilled a fear beyond trajectories not only in his brain, but in his heart too.
The scars were not visible to anyone but, HIM.
And the only choice left for him was to live on rags and scraps.
But, he never complained. And to no one he explained.
Because he lived not for the worldly affairs.
He survived those shocks to see his world in theirs.
He knew he had nothing down under his feet, but he made a heart purely definitive of Love.
He knew love while he saw hatred among the riches.
He knew hearts can heal while he wore clothes with stitches.
And moreover, he knew he was not meant to be in this world.
Because he believed he was_”LOVE“.