128/365 - Consciousness
With a heavy grimace; old, sad, and worthless. Walking with a slow step, I’m carrying my grief. Far from the big city that has seen me flourish in the mysteriously strangest streets, I feel my soul start to darken. No one sees my end, nor do they care about my grief. No one wants my friendship. I’m alone with my bitterness, and so I’ve wandered since the day I arrived. When after a crazy dream, I abandoned everything and said goodbye.
This is my entry for Kiara's contest. And I chose to recreate this photo in my own way.
I had a lot of fresh concepts in mind, but thought this one seemed more fitting. Although this is shitty, I personally like it.