November night

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A pervading loneliness grows in every shadow, every corner of your room, in every one of your thoughts.
A sudden shiver, so icy that your blood runs cold, spreads through you—a shiver that makes you freeze in a single breath, an involuntary still life captured on canvas, a moment preserved  for posterity.
But nothing is left, and nothing will arise; no one will come to cheer you.
A lightless, hopeless nothingness encases everything and everyone around you.
All in an excruciating second, that, I'm sure, will last an eternity.-Jane