Kenopsia These halls who knew so many souls are now silent. All those empty seats.
Rubatosis One two pause one two pause one two pause one two pause one two pause one two.
Vellichor Each dusty old book holds promise of things past in this sacred room.
Énouement The way things are now was not foreseen, but I can’t tell me that, back then.
Monachopsis If I were a piece in a puzzle, my puzzle was given away.
Opia So, the eye is the window to the soul? Why can’t my soul be hidden?
Sonder You who walk by me are as complicated as I as blessed and as cursed
Lachesism Oh, if my house burned down, if the tornado hit, how sweet it would be!