I try not to think about the ones who are no longer with us. It's been a long year and it hurts every time I remember.  When I left home, I thought that I was a man but, in reality, I didn't know what that means.  I now understand... and I don't want to be one any more.  I want to go back to the way things were before I met the travelers.  I want to go back to my blissful ignorance.  I know that that is no longer possible.  I have to keep moving on and see this to through.  I guess I am on my way to becoming a man.

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