“As I travel alone,
I can feel the emptyness of my surroundings.
An emptiness that is dark and will not fade.
When thought upon, it multiplies and grows.
Although never alone, it seeks no attention. It embraces sorrow and seeks its presence yet can flourish on its own.
It is It is eternal and will always be known.
When the quiet of dusk arrives, there is heavy sadness and nothing can lift it.
It will be strongest at night. Upon its removal, happiness is realized again.”
~ Robert Atkinson