pain, hurt, differences, gut feelings, sinking stomachs, that sense of nothingness, and such is life, but no reply, no replay, no return, no flow of information, and wonder what the day brings now, what does the night retreat into? from whence does the soul go, now uncaged, the heart trembling softly within it's trap, unable to see for fear of sunlight blinding, it's not that bad, it's not like that, it isn't, and don't mistake it to be, the world wonders, and travels swiftly round the sun, ahd moon shines, full and luminous, and i speak quietly, under my breath, as faces huddled, speaking to each other, pass me in the night, one small thing from this earth, from this mortal plain, one little itty bitty thing, elusive, out of my grasp, once thought always and forever never to be grasped again, and some words turn out more true than others