Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems; Even the dearest that I loved the best Are strange – nay, rather, stranger than the rest.
From "I Am!" by John Clare. One of my favourite poets. These words. So fitting. For me. I Am Not Alone!
