and I am interreacting with them, but they ain't as responsive as you are, and they come and go, you come and stay for a while. While I am locked here for a bit until my eyes shut down and my mind and heart tell me. 'enough my child, go to bed, rest your body, your mind, and soul.'
Why hope? you think I am townie or scum here? you don't have to hope for anything here. Reality is what you want it to be.