and so. it has come to this.

solitude, originally uploaded by rita vita finzi.

sometimes. you have to go it alone.
even when surrounded by love.
there is this thing. that you must do.
just you. and it.
it attaches itself to you. and. what can you do.
but run with it. the wind. strong. against your face.
pale. drawn. distraught.
but run you do. up and down.
with each new blow.
on you go.