My Friends

What's small and useless to you means the world to me. These toys as you call them are my true friends, my confidants and teachers. They stay with me through the bitterest of nights, they allow me an escape from my reality. For better or worse they smile at me and tell me everything's okay, they see me cry and give me love in exchange. They ask little of me while I take all they have, they never run or dodge my anger, they take it all with stride and ask nothing in return. They keep me alive these imaginary friends that I've created to satisfy my need to escape, my need to feel, to feel something other then hate and anger and bitterness. They stay with me when everyone else runs away.