I speak to no one, and no one speaks to me.

I must have been too silly staying up late 'till 3am on a Monday morning. I know that the lack of sleep on a week starter rewards employees with a degenerating productivity with every tick of the clock. I am no exemption.

Solitude has been my constant companion for the past few nights. It must have been the stillness of the surroundings, and the emptiness in my heart that has been gnawing at my soul when the dark settles in.

I am void of the comforts of the cold and rainy summer nights. Void of the pleasures of a company, and of the noise that I would love to hear so that I may silence the echoes of my weeping heart. 

I speak to no one, and no one speaks to me.