the hermit

there was a hermit i once knew.
he walks alone on these sandy beaches.
he talks to noone..
to him his life revolves around him and that people will come and go,
but for him,
old as time,
he will remain.
he once said this unto me," my life is as fast as a jet, friends are life the engines,
or turbines perhaps, those turbines that spin too slowly and only weigh me down ,will be discarded."
now he drags his shell across the pearly sand beaches.
hoping that as painful as the abrasions may be , that they may wear down the scars of his lost friends.
friends whom betrayed him.
friends of whom have destroyed him from the inside.
he listens to noone , but the sweet whispers of the wind,
guiding him on.
yes, the wind is his friend.