The Mute Diary of Perfect Insanity

The one who waits by the window when happiness is fading from your eyes. The one who stays quiet when walking step by step and letting your tears speak for themselves. Not offering a multitude of falsely consoling apologies. Not offering over-exaggeration, because pity encouragement can cause despair to strike worse then a deserved insult. The one who can read your sorrows like tarot cards and who knows the rhyme and reason behind it without being told.
Not only the one you remember, but the one who remembers you.
Simple?
This is like writing that unreceived letter.
This is what sends the messenger to his demise.
This is part of your appearance.
Everything takes root with who becomes a friend.

Define hope.
Define destruction.
Define hopeless confusion and fortunate disarray

I am nothing. Nothing is my closest confiding companion.
Solitary thoughts broken free. Free from the boundaries of imagination.
Because blackness surrounds.
Define friend; acquainting truth.