The Absurdity Of Loneliness. By themischievousannaJuly 30, 2016 ( 5 ) My dots along the cell line, Are a miracle of a smudge A colony of civilization, In a person Made of everyone, Who is inconceivably alone. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Art, Creative Writing, Nonfiction, WritingTags: art, emotions, fiction&poetry, History, life, painting, poetry, science Related Articles Perpetually Flooding. By themischievousanna2 weeks ago Heirloom Weight. By themischievousanna4 weeks ago Malaise. By themischievousanna1 month ago 5 comments › emotionsoflife2016 July 30, 2016 • 5:53 pm Like it LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ mr sock monkey July 30, 2016 • 5:58 pm monkey get this 1 right away fast. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ themischievousanna July 30, 2016 • 9:04 pm 😁👍 LikeLike Reply ↓ Esme upon the Cloud July 30, 2016 • 8:59 pm I really like this. – esme nodding and applauding upon the Cloud LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ themischievousanna July 30, 2016 • 9:05 pm Thank you! 💃🏽 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.