I was lost, wandering around, in the dark. I was found, shown the light, he found me, and made me new. He helped me, and changed me, he showed me the way, and I followed him. To the light. I thank you dear friend that without you I would not be the same today. I was a broken boy. You fixed me.

Love. Is that what I crave?

If it is, then why can't I find it?

Hate. Does that mean anger?

If it does, then why do I feel hollow?

Pain. Does that mean suffering?

If it does, then why does it feel comforting?

Memories. Are they not images of the past?

If they are, why is there only shadows?

Smiles. Does that mean happiness?

If it does, then why does it hurt?

Life. What does it mean?

Should it mean any of these things?

If it doesn't, then why are they there?

This story is about loneliness. Being alone is painful. Go share the magic of friendship with the world