In An Area Where I Sit

in an area where i sit there is an imaginary friend the imaginary friend has no name however this person listens without interruption i feel free when i vent, and this person feels the same with me in an area where i sit there is an empty spot the empty spot has a worn spot there in that worn spot, my imaginary friend used to frequent i once felt like a millionaire with a nutty buddy when we conversed in an area where i sit there is a noise called air in the center of that noise called air, i often hear the soft voice of my imaginary friend what that soft voice says to me helps me to cope with everyday coping i still feel as if i lost the foundation of what i now lack.....in an area where i stand