They say a picture is worth a thousand words. A girl sits on an old, rusted swing smiling brightly at the camera below but a picture can only say so much. The passing eye only goes skin deep. What the picture does not tell us is that she, like us all, is lost in a sea of nameless, she was just another pretty face, there was noth

It all began on a chilly winter’s night, people too busy with their schedules, running back and forth between their cars to randomly scattered about buildings, much too busy to notice the eyes that followed their every step. Amidst the hustle and bustle a young man stood, a smirk painted upon his features, blank eyes fixed on the littered streets below their feet. Time slipped away at an achingly slow pace before on