"Come here... Come here..."

I need to babble.

I probably wouldn't need to if I would have mechanisms of an android, and I could simply open up a little trap door somewhere hidden beneath my thick tuft of hair and let everything fly out.

An empty airhead sounds like a better state of being today.


Then again, I can't really babble here. Nor anywhere else. Nor to anyone else.

Loneliness does seem scarier than the ghostly apparition that appeared in my room last night and beckoned me over.

Or maybe... that was it.

That was Loneliness himself in my room last night.