How many "so-called friends", do you have‽ Did you even try to buy them? Did you care? Did you hear their palaver? When you knew that by gazing in their eyes, they'll go away? ⋯·⋯ They'll go away in the claws of their own sigh, inhaling and exhaling their own hate's whisper wrapped in a silent shout, on the route to hell, at the disappointed call hour of hungry moon? ⋯·⋯ ‥ At the disappointed call hour of hungry moon, I saw night's finger migrating on the sun eyelid, determined to find out the loners' unhappiness. All were attired in the garment of lovelessness.