Eliterate

Loneliness. It happens.

Some people feel absolutely lonely when they are nearing the end of their lives. Some people feel absolutely lonely when gloom and insipidness surround them.

I feel lonely. Rhetorically lonely. Every November, this happens. Mayhaps it is God's calling? Mayhaps it is mere retribution for my consistent obedience? Then again, what is disobedience if it bars on consistency? I don't know.

Whatever the case, my loneliness needs to be quenched and satiated. And what better way than to finally start on long overdue proses? Thank God I'm done with my opening poem for "Emotions".

In other news, Christmas is coming.