Always there

In the brightest daylight of the sun, I wander around, looking for someone to cherish the time with, and I do find one.

On the darkest nights of the year, I miss a companion to feel fear, and I realize no one is around.

Walking through these times, enjoying the pleasant moments, facing the toughest hurdles, if anything, makes my conscience so very subtle.

People are around everywhere, I hate some, love some but sooner or later I wonder, are they for real?

and suddenly I sense, I am alone, I am together, and it is me, only me, who is always there.