Nobody should walk alone while the sun suckles at your each pore turning only to give way to moon which looks at your dry lips with pity glaring its inconsistent luminescence, shrouding cacti in a white as expensive as itself. as you walk across the prickly pebbles still alone and the night serenading the vast emptiness with barely audible cackles shrieked by hungry nocturnals amused by your angry steps as if a game of playful tag you find the sun feasting again and you --alone, still and always-- look for shade --to save yourself-- in your self.