the ever burning candle

there is nothing in this world like a good friend. after the winds of war have blown your way, you run--tired and battered--into the loving and caring arms of your true companion. all the cares of the world slip away in that moment of bliss. you step into a garden of pure contentment. the forays which formerly hassled you are now distant memories, floating to permanent exile. true love is what it is, but true friendship provides sustenance, nutrition. it is organic in nature and it cleanses the spirit. how i am grateful for such a thing. for no respite is to be found in this hellish life, but the glimmer of hope that shines from a good friend burns through all darkness.