I can offer him nothing, he almost had more hope then any me I've known. I think he was as aware as I of my situation, I feel even 13 years later I agree with him, his honesty, his fear and uncertainty, his loneliness and penchant for vices that aren't horrible. I still read my thoughts refreshed in many of these verses, I don't know if the feelings are relatable to anyone else, that's why I've placed them here on the shelf for perusal, that the others may rejoice that their solitude is not solitary, that their loneliness and sadness are shared experiences in this human condition.