Title: Loneliness
Author: nutmeg kawano
Contact: miphileg@ hotmail.com
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Personal work.
Warnings: aNGsT.
Summary: Questioning, pensive.
Note: More mood writing.

It’s funny, sometimes, how one’s mood could jump from being cheerful and bouncy to fighting back tears. Then again, some people just get used to it. It’s not really something you can help. You don’t have to have a disorder in order for it to happen, though if you do have one, you can get drugs to cure it. Though that doesn’t always help, either.

If you’re lucky, there will be some trigger that sends the depression shooting through your soul like a bullet. Or some key that unlocks the flood gates of the depression. Then you can understand it, and possibly work towards relieving it.

Sometimes… the pain is almost desirable. It’s a tangible thing that comes forward and embraces you as a lover. The only lover you’ve known for a long time. And as those cold, life-less lips taste your body, you will cry silent tears for the one you truly love. The one who cares but not enough.

It only makes sense that loneliness would be cold.

I imagine it would also be blue. Not a summer sky blue, or a royal blue. No, a pale icy blue like you see in glaciers, with just a tinge of green to it.

Would loneliness also crumble like glaciers, then? Great hunks of it falling away into oblivion? Or would it be more like the icicles slowly melting away in tiny sparkling droplets?