Days had a darkness. Sun stayed set from the day just passed or it could be days passed. I could not recall the last time I spoke. I heard people talking to me, felt their gaze, but without wanting to, I ignored them. Their eyes I avoided. Their eyes were the only lights I saw. And those eyes saw me. And I did not want to be seen. A shudder would arrive in my heart if our eyes should meet. If I could have, I would have carried my head under my arms with my eyes firmly set on the ground below me.