Who is he? Freddy K, that's his name, but, who is he really, I don't know truly, I would be lying should I say I know him. I appreciate his friendship, or at least that is what I think it is,
what do I mean? As a talkative person, in Freddy's presence, I become mute as he tends to be, perhaps his aura inflicts itself upon me and other friends of his. It sometimes is strange to sit by a person and feel so alone, the words stuck up in your throat, and, he doesn't pay much attention to that let alone make an effort to break the silence, it's come to a point whereby the whispers of the trees are louder than his presence. I honestly miss him more when he's present, and less when he's absent. Maybe that's why he found comfort in solitude. Solitude, oh solitude, how I am growing to resent you for having engulfed my friend, or maybe I hate myself for realizing too late that he has been lost in an abyss of solitude and came back so strange. He smiles so warmly when he greets or talks. According to my understanding of psychology, when a person laughs a lot, even at small and senseless things, he is lonely inside. I wonder now more than ever how lonely he is. It feels as though he feels most lonely in the presence of a friend or friends, that's probably the reason why he doesn't want to join any team, including the basketball team, and his reason for that was, " I know why I'm not great at basketball, it's because it requires teamwork." The craziest, most unexpected reason. How can I salvage what is left of my friend? I guess all I can do is hold dear the memories we created when we were young, I shall forever feel sad that we'll never, ever be kids again. ...


© Adrian Richelieu