Discount friends aren't worth their weight in tin...
So far away, yet in the swiftest lapse of time, I've lost the dearest soul I've known. Abandoned thru these ageless days by friends, associates, faith community, and loved ones, I am out in the world by myself. Unlike the child reliant on parents to give care, mature and alone, I walk the pathways of a desolation in bright light, and rains, and storms, or quiet nights in darkness. Thoughts, or memories askew, become the true reality of looking in the mirrors of time. You begin to feel the winds of time brush upon your skins or penetrate your skeleton of human-ness. Like etched glass your vision becomes frosted with a roughened raspiness. It can be the lonely world of which you've often heard, or one with few perfections in the evolution of creations. When you are in the night at home, you go to the walls of security and flick a simple switch to bring back light into your life. When the heart is dark it is not as easy to bring back its light. I cautiously begin anew to trust a brace of friends, renew old relationships with family, and look hopefully to finding that simple switch to turn back on the light within my burdened, saddened heart. I will go to the dictionary and research the meaning of "friend" again, and seek that out in people, and pray that it is true in all its realities.