For the first time in my life someone clicks. Someone really understands the fog of useless wanderings haemmorhaging my mind. And for the first time i don't feel alone. Don't have to pretend. Can be completely and utterly myself. I can run through the dark in the puring rain and scream, and know that someone understands the pulse of rocket fuel through veins and ateries, the blindness of freedom and the burning up of love. Someone is with me through that constant ache, the futile need to be better, to be stronger.