Alone in the woods, there is no one to not want you, no one to push you away, no one to refuse to open themeselves to you.
There is no one to not tell you what they really think, feel, and want.
There is no one.
No one but nature herself who never rejects.
Even in death she does not reject.
From whenst we come, so do we return.
Alone we begin, alone we end, and perhaps alone between is also best for some.