Companionship.

Strange thing isn't it?
We all cross paths at one point or another in our lives.

But what keeps us in each others lives?

How much do we have to have mattered to the other person to keep them in our lives?
How many footprints do we have to make?
Why is it that we all seem to need some form of companionship throughout our lives?
What's wrong with 'Some men or women are an island'?

Why is it when surrounded in a room full of people one still feels really alone?


And then when you've finally found those you're comfortable with...

That's when reality kicks in.

People always turn around...

and leave.


Who needs a companion then?




So just sleep.
It can't happen when you sleep.