Lonliness can be such a physical feeling. It feels like a gaping hole inside me, around the solar plexus. I try to fill it with breath, I try to feed it with music, I try to kill it with writing. Or I'll just lie on the couch in a blanket, watching TV and waiting for it to go away, hating the all the human connections that I'm not a part of.
"Take these chocolates and rejoice, for they are a gift from God," said the foul servent of Satan, disguised as Peter Cottontail. The children rejoiced and ate the chocolately treats. They soon grew fat and sluggish. God smote them and burned down their houses for their ignorance.