Friends. They come. They leave you with nothing but their memories. They come back and take back your memories. They stay for ever, but you find out they’ve passed away. You’ve heard they moved. You’ve heard they forgot you. You’ve heard they tried to get away from you. They took the memories with them, where ever they went. You try to find your friend, but you know it’s hopeless. You feel alone. The memories are crushed and the anxiety has left. You need a friend. You can’t get another friend. Another real friend. One that laughs at your jokes even though they are nonsense. One that if you got arrested, they would be right next to you. One that was a friend- a real friend. You are alone and darkness surrounds you. You are depressed and smog surrounds you. You are angry and flames surround you. You fear you are alone. You are not. You have your family to turn to.

Family. They stay. They leave you with everything they owned. They come back and give their memories to you to keep. They stay for ever, but you find out that they’ve passed away. You’ve heard they took drugs. You’ve heard they got arrested. You’ve heard they were lost in the ocean. They left you with their memories, and you know they aren’t gone. They are next to you. They are with you. They are you. You have the memories, clutching them firmly. You decide you need a family. You can’t get another family. Another true family. One that cries with you when you have lost a job. One that has stayed with you so long they can’t remember the first time they all met you. One that was a family- a true family. You feel the fog creep up slowly. You feel the darkness consume all light around you. You feel the flames of resentment hold you tightly. You fear you are alone. You are not. You have yourself.

You. It isn’t enough. You are lonely. You speak to yourself. You struggle by yourself. The Others send you to a house. A house of darkness. A house where they put the Other’s impeded personals. The doors close on you. You are strapped to a bed. You lie there. Alone.