Her eyes were black-- fiery coals staring out from a pale face. Hers was the face of the dead. Her heart stopped beating long ago. She no longer lived. No, she merely existed. The lives she had to take to keep going-- to be, to exist-- were as close as she could get to the land of the living. She knew life was no longer an option. All she had was existing.
Now begins the catching up of my 365s. This shot was from the end of July. It's now October. So that tells you how many shots I have to put up here. What a sad, sad thing to get so behind in uploading...