. . .

This week has been dragging its feet millimeter by millimeter.

Its only Wednesday but I have been feeling very lonely since Sunday.
My big house feels too big for me. My only company during day and night is my
maltese/chihuahua dog name Yuki. She is like my child. She follows me everywhere with her little feet and always wants me to cuddle her.
If she was my lover, I would never be lonely.

These slow depressing days are only adding to me sulking of having writer's block. I hate writer's block.
I write with my feelings at heart. I write with my longing pouring out with tears.

                However right now, all I feel is a . . .void.
 

                                                                                    Emptiness. . .

         Something is missing in my life. . .