alone

In a way, she had never felt so alone. Although the desert was full of creatures, it was likely that there was not a human around for miles. It had been days since she had spoken to one, and she didn't feel like it would be so strange to slip away into a world of solitude- to forget language and human culture, and just live as part of the natural world. In this sense she felt more connected than ever before. That she was part of everything else- there were no separations between her and the rocks and the brush and the trees and mice and the moon. Even the things she feared- coyotes, snakes, starvation, thirst, the blistering heat of midday and the piercing cold of the night- those things were part of her, too.