Hope in the Darkness

Here, our eyes are useless.
Identifying, communicating, loving
By means of sound, scent and touch.
Together, separated but whole, we are
Distant from the truth, the world, the light.

Here, in the dark, we find hope;
The hope of discovering true happiness,
The hope of finding love through lust,
The hope of hiding our secrets as well as
Our true and unique personality and mind
Filled with ideas, aspirations, and thoughts.
Through the sin hidden in the darkness,
We maintain a firm grip on our hopes.

I guess it's cut short, but I really don't have time to be creating poems and whatnot...

Once again, I find myself in a situation comprised of absolute silence and ignorance. Why? Why do I always end up like this?! Why now? Why with him?? I thought we were supposed to be super-tight, honest, close friends even if we only talk once a week. I thought we were suppose to be different from every other friendship I've had in which I ultimately end up alone, miserable and asking the same damn thing: what the hell did I do to cause this?!

And once again, I find myself in the dark with the hope that whatever is going on right now is just a dream and wishing that I won't lose another friend. Not now. Not soon. Not him.

It's obvious that I don't belong anywhere specific. I'm not exactly a "floater", but I'm more like a "drifter"; I get pushed by the current of emotions to new crowds. But no matter what, he and I were always the same distance. Far, but close enough to see, to converse with, to hug.

I don't know. Maybe I'm giving this friendship more value than it ought to have... who really knows. One thing's for sure: lose him/this friendship or not, this situation has got a hold on me.