It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

Yes, there is no good pretending, it is hard to leave everything.

I missed you...and at the same time I was happy. Isn't that a queer thing?

Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea!
And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony.

Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.