These are the worst of times and the best of times. The moments that probably won't embed themselves in his lasting memory, yet will surely shape him the most. The same old feeling in his heart reminds him that he has always been by himself, and that he has grown so accustomed to it, that he can't imagine living without it. Being alone, acting a fool - probably looking crazy to the world around him, talking to himself, making himself laugh, cheering himself on, and dreaming of a life, where he can touch the sun, and fly above the stars. He has come so far that he isn't even sad about it anymore, not even a little. In fact, he enjoys it. It's the best part of him. And perhaps somewhere in the distant future, he will meet someone who will understand. Who won't try to take his loneliness away, but will feed into it, make it stronger, and by doing so, make him feel less alone.
