i remember this guy quite vividly. he was pained by the death of a beloved and it drowned him into confusion. he wasn't sure if the sun crashed into the earth or if the earth beautifully rejected the sun in morning hues. he analyzed the matter and all the answers led him to dig underground. "they said if you dig long enough you will find the sun." he dug six feet under and found a body decomposing. through the maggots, the dirt, and emotionlessness of the corpse, the face was familiar. he realized he was avoiding the identity of the person, suppressing the sun and hailing the moon. he was careening in a darkness that he created, misled by what he saw. he thought the moon was all he needed and he was becoming pale, very pale; he was disappearing behind false pretenses and believes his heart wasn't into. i remember him very well. it was strange, after the body smiled and said farewell once again, his heart shattered by the sun rays. "the sun is beautiful," he later told me in a crowded park but, it's then that i could tell that he got accustomed to the darkness and was ignoring my thoughts while i longed for his. i was selfish again and his heart was empty again. in the end, i suppose, we were somewhat similar. some say he's still around. i think he's still searching for something, or maybe even someone, to fill his heart however i am still selfish and i know what that body did contain, the beating heart of a desolate son. with sweet words and monumental hope he walks along a gloomy path only he knows in an odyssey towards his mother, the body in the grave, the crashing sun, the receiving earth, and away from me. if that didn't answer his question i don't know what will...