Nature, Like Us Is Sometimes Caught Without

The Loneliness One Dare Not Sound -- And Would As Soon Surmise As In Its Grave Go Plumbing To Ascertain The Size -- The Loneliness Whose Worst Alarm Is Lest Itself Should See -- And Perish From Before Itself For Just A Scrutiny -- The Horror Not To Be Surveyed -- But Skirted In The Dark -- With Consciousness Suspended -- And Being Under Lock -- I Fear Me This -- Is Loneliness -- The Maker Of The Soul Its Caverns And Its Corridors Illuminate -- Or Seal

Hold Dear To Your Parents For It Is A Scary And Confusing World Without Them.

Pain Has An Element Of Blank

I Never Lost As Much But Twice, And That Was In The Sod.

One Step At A Time Is All It Takes To Get You There.