I Wonder

The art of faith has come to me. It has bled deep within my heart and I can feel it piercing through me. I have met the oblivious and the grotesque faithless minds. I have ignored the truth and gone after darkness Yet in all this, I still manage to find peace. Sometimes I wonder about the friends I hold dear to my heart. I see them and speak to them but I still stare at them with blank expression. I see them as granite walls choking the very substance of my existence. But they are here and they are my friends....... What do I do?