Untitled Acrylic on Canvas

I have a hard time naming paintings. What labeled product of language do I carry out of the abyss to attach to this creation? It seems more as a matter of convenience rather than necessity. I'm sitting here thinking of what title to give this and I can think of nothing but things that will make it what it is not. I know the feelings attached to this, but I do not know an appropriate word or set of words to manufacture for the titling of this piece, as of yet.

I think this was done the summer of 2008. I remember doing it, laying on the floor by my back glass door in my old apartment in Newport News, after spending days alone there in conflicted emotion towards solitude and companionship.