I must be very careful to be quiet, for if I make a sound, I think that I will scream, and I may not stop. Til I scream out all my insides, all my heartache and my pain, and drown out the sound of the lonliness encroaching on my soul. Hunting through my mind for a reason to tbe there. Looking through the shadows for its sould food. Hunting through the shadows like dark jungles of my thought. It feeds on souls, and now, it's hunting mine. And it comes, ever nearer to my hiding place, sniffing ever nearer to my shelter, and I think to myself that I must be very careful to be quiet. (by Dixie Taylor) 5/04/2010 and the headlines read, "currents keep oil offshore."