Friend

There are some nights I can hear beautiful music, the music is so sad though. The apartment downstairs was moved into a few months ago. Since then my nightmares have died out some, and I feel healthier. However I don't know the man who lives in that apartment, who he is, why he moved in. Sometimes I try to convince myself to walk down the steps just to knock on the door and thank him but I get too embarrassed. He has his own reasons for moving in and playing the music he does. Why sad music puts me in such a state of calm I'll never know or understand. Maybe it's because I do understand, understand that... perhaps there is a loneliness that he feels I feel too.

In this city there is always a lot of grief. This is not a safe city and you have to be careful. Maybe the man downstairs wasn't careful enough? Could he be there because he lost someone important to him? Ohh, I want to know! It seems so superficial to be interested in someone you've never even seen. Kind of like some movie star in all the magazines you'll see at the drug store or the gas station, even in the trash bins next to the road these days. Just so happens it's worse for me, because I've never even seen him? I don't know, but... one day, soon I hope, I'll get the chance to meet him.

July 25, 2077