October attends to any sense of loneliness by
listening closely to others talking, spellbound by their existence.
You are not alone in feeling very this way, though your solitary state would be
prized by some. They haven’t time. Flinging yourself into a volcano’s no way
out. Opium only enlarges your lonely if only. Attends, as the cycle of reasons
clicks into action, like days of the week, again. Stuck forever in Monday, even
a year’s unimaginable, let alone a lifetime. Loneliness catches you in its
unexpected moment. Memory asks: you cannot make a living out of this, but
a life?
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