Loneliness did not come about as a matter of choice but circumstance. By and by, I grew to accept, going so far as to become accustomed to it and at times, even appreciate it. 

I am more than alright on my own. Sometimes it is even pleasant to stay and be still with my self, listening to the gentle hum of my body working.

Yet, something gnaws. The space in my place. The absence of sense. The hole in the soul. The void I can’t avoid.