Feeling lonely.

Good old me.

I've managed a conversation with A. And there's this feeling of quiet pleasure. Like a yellow moth in green grass and a cloudy day.
And how strange is that, that he's just a friend. And someone I value more than anyone in this planet.
And I'm sitting in this little yellow stool now, in a little blue planet called Earth, and wondering how everything has a Meaning again.
Or, that I'm still alive. What a surprise.