In the far dark recess of my thought where no one has yet to reach�I sit and watch, waiting for one who knows what it�s like to feel my pain, my hurt, my suffering, my thoughts, my prayers, my habits and my failures. Some one who will look past all that I have done, wrong and right, and look with me towards what has yet to come. The past cannot be undone, nor can it be fixed, what has passed has passed; there is no way to change that. It�s a continuous cycle of never ending failure and triumph, past into present flowing, seeping into the future. We�ve all done it, every person�s been there, on the way side, not sure of what is to come, not sure where to turn. The tears flow, so do the words, continuous, over and over�the confusion. No one can honestly say they haven�t known where to turn at one point or another. And it�s always the same�the same confusion, the same tears are shed, the past returns, the images of the future shatter. There�s no place left to turn except the failure�s way out. It�s been tried and failed before, all it ever is is and excuse. Try as you may, we�re always alone, you�re right to think so, even if it doesn�t seem like you are, on some level you are alone and always will be alone. That�s one aspect of the Human Nature that can�t be fixed or undone. The thriving aspect to be alone is all that is even needed. One day passes and the next day begins. All we ever want is to be alone, but at the same time don�t we need some one who understands.