Not exactly lonely, but it's like...that kinda time where existing feels very slow and...empty, kinda nihilistic. Not a peaceful quiet, but not tense either.
Just kinda...Here and nothing feels wrong but nothing feels right either.
The kind of feeling you can get from browsing a long abandoned forum or blog. Those quiet, empty spaces online that used to be something, still full if stuff but disquieting in their silence. Off. But not "wrong".
I need to dig up that ramble poem.