The path we chose, the friends we trust, the life we lead. It is short lived but there is light, a light we must and have to gather, thought all the aboved mentioned, for if we never gather the light, we walk though this life blind, confused, angry, hard, cold. A faceless hollow shell of what was once a person. I still have hope but as everyday that passes, that hope gets weaker and weaker. I know it's out there, finding it is the hard part .