Being Alone Allow me to paint you an image of something a young man who was always helping throughout all his years schooling losing track true self as he going. His main life would continue dividing sense ideals faded into the darkness it dying exiled by most never practiced understanding and only befriended him when people were needing. As friends ceased their caring no more cries for assisting went dark like awning felt be enough satisfying. And at peak despairing seemingly had nobody nothing which finally let himself feel cold grasp that lack friendship rather accommodating. So soon out sun coming golden in morning without what once saddening could grow with standing luck smiling down on glorious singing. Now sprout reborn fresh growing valiant glow hope shining found purpose guiding taking control now until everlasting. No longer held back other’s labeling I happy rid those uncaring go forward my new regarding any despising unlike Captain Ahab’s unrelenting revenging.