Walking home today, I began to cry. Then I saw a blind man walking home. I watched him. He was not sad. He was getting on with it. He cannot see all the beauty I do. It is cloudy tonight so I cannot see the stars, but I know they are sill there. That is how I feel right now. A little disconnected. I want to talk to people but they are not there to talk to. However, they are somewhere. I have had many great conversations with them so I know their worth and their importance in my life. I need to be sure that this is not forever, even though it feels as though it is. I have to keep telling myself that I will see them again. I will tell them of my passion, how I love to write. My new discovery. The only thing. It changed everything. It was my survival. Just as the blind man needs the stick, this is what I need.