The sand surrounding became cold like
the night sky around him. Walking out of
the building that kept him safe, he found
himself alone. Men around him dead. He
thought of the children slaughtered. The
innocent men dead. But this was not his
fault. He thought, this was their fault.
This was brought upon by the very men
who ruled this nation.

His thoughts then became cold. Cold like the
night sky around him. He walked for fifteen days.
Fifteen nights. His only food; already rotten. His
only water; already dry. Yet he continued to
walk. He knew what he was searching for.
A love. A home. A blanket. A hug. A kiss.

A love.

His tears became cold. Cold like the night
sky around him. As he continued to walk, a rock
caught his foot. He stumbled, fell. He fell into the
very pits of hell, where his thoughts reign. Into
the devils lair. Into Satan’s face himself.

His body became cold.

Cold like the night sky around him.