“Lonesome, without a soul to guide her or anyone to follow, not knowing where to go or what to do next, her mama was dead, and she had no clue about what else could she care for thereafter. She didn't know whether to give up by drifting away, or to find the strength to seek for an irreversible comfort zone to appease her torment. Suddenly, a complete sense of deception hit her, when she realized that the world didn't revolve around her and that she was the one revolving around the world along with the rest of its inhabitants. She sensed for the first time ever, what meant to be alone, by her own, and isolated from any physical human contact. Still, the world went on, Earth continued revolving, and nothing seemed to stop just because she wasn't out and about.” ~A passage from my Novel, Floranova B. Msc. © 2014 by Inspiration Flows Where Your Will Goes
"Non Degener Addam" (I add without loss)