Longing for his friend

Suleman had been out and about the whole day, away from his friend. He did'nt like it out there, surrounded by obsure noices and structures. He liked to be in his haven with his friend "solitude". His friend had taught him a thing or two, and he wanted to spend as much time as he could with "solitude" to learn some more wise lessons, alas, it wasnt to be, no matter how hard Suleman tried he could not abandon his responsibilites to the world everyone else lived in. He had to leave his world and his friend the whole day and step out into the hell he hated. Where ever Suleman went there were worldly distractions always tugging him away from his friend.

He wasn't an idiot, he knew people looked at him strange, called him names, but he was above all that, it was as if he didn't care. Suleman was not always like this, there was a time in his short life of 32 that he cared for what people thought. In the short period you could call his life, he had experienced more than most people do in a lifetime. His past was full of experiences both good and bad. He had traveled the world, met a variet of people and seen amazing places, places that had made Suleman think about things he never imagined could exist. Only some things in his recent past had reinginted his lust to connect with his soul. He had always known he was different, how different he had yet to find out.