Rooms just moments ago filled with movement, voices, laughter and interaction quickly have faded to a quiet dark desert of silent decay.
It's become insanely apparent to me how much I need distraction. With the fall of the solitude comes nothingness. The nothingness brings time and space for the mind to think... to bethink oneself in shadowy figures and muted echoes.
Brief flashes of light flicker from behind the window sheers and a faint roll rises from the distance with the promise of thunder and lightning... a storm is coming this night. A cold dark empty house with a night full of raging winds and chaos bellowing about... ....sounds just like I feel.