Loneliness

I find that when I am alone - unlike the cliche, I cannot create. I suppose not alone but rather, lonely. Life takes a holiday and even the beauty of Nature seems to be at the party I wasn't invited to. I am trying to keep in contact with people - hell, I'm not even living on my own, yet so this is scaring me, shitless. Sure- I have projects to work on but my mind - well, I don't know what happens cause the next thing I know, I'll be doing dishes or cutting my nails or sleeping.
I don't even know if it's loneliness. It could be fear. It could be hopelessness. It could be the fact that I'm watching a cat peacefully dream and I'm wide awake - looking forward at nothing.
Sure, we bounce back and forth - the emptiness and I, like everyone. I'm sure I'll perk right up, tomorrow.
Meanwhile, I'm probably going to do the dishes, annoyed that I worry people will think I'm emo if I post much more - or the that they already do.