What is a friend? Lord knows.
I have no reference points anymore to define what a friend is.
That's not completely true I'm afraid. So just before I dive into the chasm that is self-despair I have to admit to myself and the world that I do have one friend who is truly beyond question a 'friend'.
This doesn't mean I'm getting away with anything of course. I still have to define what, at least what I, mean by the word.
I feel myself immediately going on the defensive here .... comments flit through my brain like 'no I don't mean unconditional love', or 'someone who is always there for me? That's impossible. Isn't it?'
Its like trying to define love for god's sake. I end up with a description of some kind of a holy ideal bordered and restricted by compromise.
A friend is always there for you when you need them - but of course not always because they have their own lives too.
A friend shares your innermost thoughts and desires - except of course not all of them because then they might think you were crazy.
A friend will always stand beside you - unless you're wrong. At least in their eyes. Or the eyes of their friends of course.
Give me a rare few. A rare few good men. Strong and true. Strong in mind and deed, true of heart and soul.
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