I think of all the lonely people. Where do they come from? Where do they go? I'm running with no brakes, tears falling with my pain. I came to the woods to seek refuge from my chaos, running to clear my head, and to help me move on. Suddenly, my running loses its rhythm, and I topple, sinking to my knees in defeat. The soil squelches beneath me as my hands and knees sink deeper into the sodden ground. I kneel back, holdin...

I sit still in my car on a remote forest road. I see a woman standing by the roadside. Her face looks familiar, reflected in my car window. She walks towards my headlights, my heart quickening as I watch her hypnotic sway. In the amber glow of dusk, her long auburn hair ripples like a tapestry of copper and gold, and her skin gleams like polished bronze. I admire the fullness of her breasts and the narrowness of her waist...