There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
"I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time.”
Friedrich Nietzsche
"It’s 4am—
You’re sleeping.
I’m crying.”
— 6 word poem