I go around and around looking for a soul like mine, only to find emptiness wherever I go. i go outside, into the sun and find people rushing here and their with many things on their mind. I stop a man with a black suite on, if he had a kind word for me. But as I looked into his eyes I saw nothing. I never understood when I read it in books that the people had eyes like a dry well, nothing their but emptiness. But as I looked into this mans eyes I saw the utter boredom, and coldness as he turned toward me, and for the first time I saw what the author was talking about. Oh but how I wish I would never had seen something so horrible, and cold as those eyes! I turn with a murmur from him, and look elsewhere but with a burden within my heart, that doesn't want to fade. 

But as I look around I see nothing but empty eyes staring at me, as faced the wall and started to cry. Then in the mirror I saw my own eyes as cold and heartless as theirs. Then my desperation truly hit the bottom. I screamed, and then I woke up, in a pair of loving arms, with pictures of friends all around me.
Written by: Me