Some people are severely lonely, all they can do is accept the single life as an example of being free and happy.

There are a world of answers, outside the loop.

There's not a day that goes by, without me thinking of you, dying, in someone else's arms.

Her complexity is a glorious fire that consumes, while her simplicity goes unapproachable. But if one takes time to understand her, there is something beautiful to find, something simple to be loved. But she goes unloved, for being misunderstood.

Death takes in many people, but still lives alone.

The lonely people have taught me, that I am not alone.