It makes me feel so melancholy and pensive though.
Like those moments cloistered in my room with the rain trickling;
Everything is so frigid- the kind that makes your nose and cheeks and ears feel raw
and you have to bundle up in rough flannel and think warm thoughts.
A sketchbook resting on your thigh brings no facility
The television resonates throughout the quiet recluse
Nothing bringing solace to such lonely apathy.
... Did any of that make sense to any of you?