Indeed, There Is An Eloquence In True

Take Thy Beak From Out My Heart, And Take Thy Form From Off My Door!” Quoth The Raven, “nevermore.

To Him, Who Still Would Gaze Upon The Glory Of The Summer Sun, There Comes, When That Sun Will From Him Part, A Sullen Hopelessness Of Heart.

I Remained Too Much Inside My Head And Ended Up Losing My Mind.

If You Are Ever Drowned Or Hung, Be Sure And Make A Note Of Your Sensations.

In Our Endeavors To Recall To Memory Something Long Forgotten, We Often Find Ourselves Upon The Very Verge Of Remembrance, Without Being Able, In The End, To Remember.