My Mess

When everybody left me alone, Mess was my best-friend.My dirty little friend filled my room in my lonliness, she revealed the real person in me. In her company I forgot my hunger, my people around, my time and finally my life. Others felt I was confused, but as long as I was with her, I knew she took very good care of me. She defended me and offered a reason to others of my confused state. They gladly said "let go - he and his Mess". It is so many years with her now, I definetely cannot think of a life beyond her.

My dear Mess