H.R. Porter

Charlie has this friend, a good friend; tall as a pine tree. Always there for him, just like the tree. But something has changed, the pine has risen and moved its roots to better (?) pasture. Charlie doesn't mind, he knows that even pines have to move, humans too. Charlie just wonders why his friend never asks him anything anymore. Charlie would sure like if he (the friend) for just once asked Charlie how his day has been or maybe how he's feeling. But then again, Charlie is not a whiner so he keeps quiet and smiles, alone in his chamber.

Smile Charlie, keep on smiling. It will be okay.