creepy, spooky...

Alone with myself and nobody is around. My blog speaks the heart of the lost soul roaming from one word to another.Does not make any sense, just a plain expression of me and the lost me. I am with nobody. Never be around somebody for so long. Ghastly wind blowing and the door is wide open inviting another lonely soul whose home was found burned somewhere in the 18th century. I did once invite a lost soul from the 17th century. All are born losers speaking the brain of a thrashed half-baked mind. And night comes, all silence, heart-gripped, creepy, spooky.