I wonder and sometimes worry. Herein lie those ponderings with perhaps some editing but still in their truer forms. Whisper as well, though in truth, whispers are just that, rustlings in the wind and nothing more. It is kind to not be alone with one's own whispers.
The first, similar to the last, but... not quite. Not... quite that
animal, mostly, if just as primal? Of a similar nature. Even I... hold
some things back. Ah, but clues.