I took a walk one lonely night. Down the street, to the left and out of sight. I faded into darkest greens, while hairless arms barren and stark surrounded and embraced in the dark. I wandered on a trodden path, foot steps of many once walked before. The road twisted and turned endless and empty. The air danced and sang; ice pitched tendrils caressing my cheek. Fingers picked and tickled my hair, and whispers fondled and prickled my ears. In the whispers I heard pain and fear. I heard a welcome voice state “all souls are welcome here.” mumbled and incoherent dreams, I could not make out all they wished to scream. I walked forward and steady over root and round rock. No stars or moon to light the way only in intuition was the pathway paved. I felt my lips begin to move and form a question to the whispering loons. “What purpose to life when lonely and crushed?” Silence was answered and silence embraced. No purpose to life only death awaits.