mournful bear

had a love now gone. awaken to the lonesomeness that solitude brings. no friends, no hikes, no job, no, no girl... this the mournful outdoors guy am i. family can be the splinter that you can never get out. the world is not what it was before, everyone is out for theirs and no ones else's. no hands, shoulders, or backs to comfort those in times, in times of such desolation. who will you comfort? even the snail on sidewalk, comfort it by getting it out of harms way. no help is too small, care for others, if not what are we here for?