It breathes heavily and sighs. It glazes over my eyes. It wills me to seek it. It asks me questions I’d rather have left unanswered. I hear it now, trying to claw through my mind shield. I feel it burning my eyes, coaxing a tear. I feel it swirling and moving around my chest — creating a vacuum. Is it trying to make itself a home? Although now, I’m aware of its know-how. It feels familiar, and you know what they say about familiarity…
Loneliness breeds contempt.
