why do I feel as if everything has come to an end, even though there has been no beginning; the whispering winds cast its own burdens into my very soul, the black cat cast eerie shadow as it ran past me, as if in a hurry to catch the last train out of town! Do cats catch trains, my dismayed mind asked me, my soul why art thou quiet within me? I want to speak to none, for I am hurt and bruised from within for it looks like she has left me forever....