I guess I reached a real low patch. Felt safer that way. Didn't care. It was all over. I was alone.
I Was Alone
I Am Here
For the first time, my identity is forming - I feel this beginning should unparalyze my words. I need not be alone. I am here.
Quiet Warmth
There is a quiet warmth sitting in nightgown and staring into the full moon, alone.
Alone
Alone, month by month, loneliness burned.
Full of Life
Her spirit and heart came round out of doors: She would be happy entirely alone, and every breath so full of life.
Solitary Rambling
I took such a taste for this solitary rambling that I did not fear breaking forth alone. My confidence proved plenty and sheltered by my cautious counsel I went wandering in search of myself.
You’re Alone
You're alone. It's just you and I think you're afraid you don't feel enough love.
Justly Selfish
I had a deeply-rooted fear of concealed trouble that could inflict seasons of gloom and silence, depression welcomed by growing happiness. We must be for ourselves in the long run - justly selfish.
Perfect Recluse
Her anger was furious, her love fierce. However, she had a propensity to invariably vex. She learnt she had not once trusted. She was a perfect recluse, perfectly contented, how long before those she notice, you could not climb the frost.
Gray Dream
The night came. I sat alone my gray dream gathering. I see him in the ghost of it - my sweet transcendent pain.
