Last night I sat alone, watching from my balcony as the highveld exploded in thunder and lightning. The anger of whatever gods may be fell down with little respite, and as the cool summer rain fell, I felt the rage of the heavens cooling, and wandered at the soft silence that permeated my home. The phone rings. It is my friend Aidon. He has just been confirmed for surgery on thursday, he wants to talk, he is scared, he needs my advice. Soon after Craig and Tatiana call, they are going to join us. It takes about 20 minutes. My reflection is broken by the welcome sounds of laughter in my home. My ponderings are forgotten, because gratefully, I can worry about Aidon, and leave my own care aside for the moment. I am happier being his rock, then ever admitting I need one of my own. The evening stretches into the wee hours, and the rain has subsided, the baleful moon glaring down through the night sky. We wrap it up, my friends go home. I lock the door. There is silence here once more. I draw myself a hot bath, I wallow, I refuse to think. I dissapear into my blankets and the night passes without incident. The alarm rings. It plays Another Lonely Day by Ben Harper. The morning brings with it a sweet sense of Irony. It is another lonely day. Perhaps not as lonely as some, but in many ways just the same as many that have come before it. I don the suit and tie, feed the cat, and lock the door... the silence will be waiting when I return. I am many things, I am a son, I am friend, I am a brother, I am a Guardian, I am reckless, and yet I am restrained, I am fun but I have a serious mind, I am arrogant in my way, and yet insecure about the strangest things, I am an author, poet, writer and business man, I am hard working, but I give in to my laziness once saturday dawns, I am an avid reader, and yet I collect comics, I watch movies, but I dream one day of making my own. I am simply me, and perhaps, tomorrow, that will be enough.