309th Post

As usual.

Wandering the dark halls.
Lost in thought.

A spirit of pain and confusion.

What does it mean?
When one asks.

What defines a true friend?

Why is it only in bad times?
Only then will we see the differences?

But sometimes.
We neglect them in good times.
Chucking them aside like some rag doll.

Only to realize their true value.
Much later.

There is a saying.
"Friends come. Friends go. But only a few special ones remain in your heart."

So who are your special ones?
Are they the true special ones?
Or are they the fair weathered special ones?

I am shutting down my own circle of friends.
Leaving them one by one.

For the sake of absolute solitude.
And for their own good.

They belong to the light.
Not me.

I belong to only three people.
Silence.
Darkness.
Razor.

So smile.
While it lasts.

Before i disappear for good.