In the darkest depths of the soul,there cries a little boy looking for the hole, a comfort lost long ago.In ancient times,attuned to spiritual significance, they would have heard it, a faint sound like a ghost crying cloaked in shadow.When someone would walk by, he would cry out to them,as they faded off into the distance he would wonder why.They would never see him,never feel his warmth,his love,his sincerity,his compassion,ever ever on he would wander in the depths of the darkness only stopping for the next distraction.Then he realised that hole was his heart, and he started to fill the hole with his warmth,sincerity, compassion,and purpose and it gave him new life.He no longer contributed to the things that caused self strife.

……………one has to wonder if it was he who could not see them,scrounging in the darkness for some sliver of hope blinds him from the ones he would reach out to the most.