I neva had a friend in this world. Seems time never had time to give me one. I've been alone all my life. Meetin some along the way that come n go. I use to question why people are the way they are. Or was it me? Never the less i v lived isolated and untrustin. Foes that resemble family. One in which was broken earlier than id like to admit. Its sad but iv learned to go about my way as if I didn't exist. Of no relevance to the purpose to someone else. My feelins of this life were confused. As if it was meant to be me against the world. Seekin inward for the answer and maturin more rapidly than anyone around me. Pausin in the wee hours of solitude findin self. 34 years it took before I found not only a friend but my best friend. The strangest thing is it turned out to be a blast from the past. Someone I lost decades ago. She's been inside of me periodically for so long and I didn't understand why. But now as I look into her eyes and feel her kiss I know. And I'm going to leave it there for she is my world.
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