A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
Call me crazy, but there's just something cheering about seeing huge raptors tear into Eraser flesh.
Part of growing up is just taking what you learn from that and moving on and not taking it to heart.
Can we not do without the society of our gossip a little while, - have our own thoughts to cheer us?