Boo!
very dramatic!
though, are we alone through circumstances we aren't aware of and therefore can't change, or are we alone because we choose to be (refers to the hair over the eyes)?
I get feelings of cold, uncomfortable, scared (from the open mouth and hunched up shoulder) and all in all not having great fun from this picture. but is it choice? hmmmm....
I likes!
Makoto, Honesty.