a friend came over last night. or should I say an aquaintiance who became a friend. and sat and talked for a coupla hours and I'm glad he came. life on the other side of the glass isn't as perfect as it may seem cause all we see is the mirror's reflection and not what lies underneath. which may be hollow and empty. I feel sad for him. he needs something and I hope he takes what we're offering. maybe the reason i feel so sad is that I see myself reflected in him. that some part of me recognises that I'm in the same position and no one is there to rescue me.