“Isolation Half remembered of my home and kites, Last night, with a lonely sense of fight Started again to rework my poor life Rejection Yielded with blossoms - No free blossoms Swift to the glare and noise to the town Boy, may your strength never die” LifeInspirationalDeathWorkSorrowChaosVulnerabilityIsolationAttachment Book:Comfortable in the Chaos Source: Comfortable in the Chaos