Bird, Dirt, and Tearless

The man without purpose, without a life of any sort. He wandered the earth alone with his bird. Jack was someone he once knew. But now it is just a bird accompanying him. He had no idea of how long he would spend here.

Traveling while covered in dirt. The man had not bathed for months. He stinks. People tend to stay away from him. But the man paid no heed to them. They didn't know why he was so filthy, or why they were staying away from him. Is it because he looks dangerous? unstable?

They didn't know. They were afraid to ask. But he knew, and that fear was a constant. The fear that he would disappear, that they would forget. That he had no one. No one to care for him, no family. For he was a worthless man among the many.

The man is admirable. He is alone with his bird. The bird was not a symbol of anything, just a reminder of his humanity. That he was still a human being. A human. Not a monster, or a demon, a real person with a heart.

His eyes were open and his face was sad. But he did not shed a drop of a tear. Despite being ostracized, he continued to march forward. The meaning he was searching for was still not found. He will continue his journey until he finds it or dies. He had all the time in the world. For he is alone, with no one who cares about him.