• My mind hurts, was it wrong for my solitude to have appeased me and now I can't find satisfaction in confinement of isolation because of the people I call friend, they gave back the emotions I had thought no longer present.
    When this body was vacant my mind kept my hollowed shell animate. Oblivion appeared to be what life was, emptiness, complete and utterly bleak bliss. The only friend who I can trust, always trailing me, cold never warm, never smiles, only the one impression of hollowness is on her face. I know she knows every one and that I can only gaze upon her when I make my departure from oblivion. I acknowledge that she will come, this I have accepted. I would rather it be sooner but it's different for us all, time and place never the same for us all.
    With feelings this will be different from last time, last time I had no affection, compassion, or even cared for anyone not even myself and this time I do care. I still want her to take me were I'd like to go, a place that helps me be back into my solitude, alone isolated from this oblivion so I can have satisfaction in complete emptiness. Seas of people yet standing next to them I fell worlds apart, this is why I can't wait to see the person who dose and dose not care for me.
    They say she can be kissed but only ones before you depart from your journey. Some hope they never meet, others wait and pray they get to have that one kiss from this world.