I find loneliness very challenging to describe.
Sometimes I would say it's a fierce fire that crawls from your mind all the way down, settling in your heart, burning and squeezing.
Some other times, I think it's completely the other way around where it's cold as ice.
It climbs up your walls like cold winter breeze, sneaking inside your space, and eventually invading it.
It's that tingling sensation which takes over your skin when you step on your cold kitchen floor, barefoot. And it's standing from behind, surrounding you, while you aimlessly gaze through your open freezer door.
It's there, and it's watching over the silent struggle between your basic human need for nutrition versus your lost appetite.
Many things could resemble that feeling, see?
The reflection of the white pale bulb light on the lifeless window view, for instance. The exhaustion, followed by your unwillingness to lift your body and shut those curtains on all of it.
That's how I contradict with myself whenever I think about loneliness. It's sometimes the fiery, hungry monster ready to eat you alive, and other times it's as cold as a dead body casting it's dark shadows as it sweeps you inside of it's deep hole.
And it's deadly, both ways.