The frozen tundra belongs to me. All the miles of simply white and nothing more is mine for the taking. Frozen bits of air make me numb to my surroundings as I trudge on. The snow of loneliness falls steadily upon my hair, my body heat not quite enough to melt it. Should I survive thsi frozen expanse, what else is left for me? I must keep walking through my arctic world that belongs only to me. I walk across the ice, hoping to fall, simply for a change of scenery. But I know I will keep traveling on across the blank screen forever.