I take it you’re not Accustomed to the changing Tides of the real world.
Shining hot suns and Bare trees score a barren world. Loneliness is key.
I Swallowed the World
They didn’t notice I swallowed the world today. They will tomorrow.
A Trace of Bitterness
A trace of bitterness In whose cold arms, the lovers Forget to go home.
Come share it with me A small, content loneliness, For ever after