It was getting colder.

I searched a long time, until I could no longer remember his face, or any human face at all. Every one that I tried to remember became a dim reflection of my own dim reflection in the broken glass I crunched underfoot. I was too tired to keep on, but I was afraid of who I would be if I stopped. Maybe a person isn't a person without other people. Maybe I don't want to be a person anymore.











(photo ganked from: http://gakuranman.com/gunkanjima-ruins-of-a-forbidden-island/)