Life is not a Dream

Or is it?

A long time ago someone told me that if I were to be someone grand all I had to do was dream.....
I didn't...
Some time later I was told I would never be anyone of importance....
I'm not...
Then I was told I'd never be loved for who I am because I am no one...
I believed them....

I think that's when I started to dream.....to find that someone who would love me...
And I did....in my dreams.....I was loved for who I was and not for who I could never be.....
I was loved for all my imperfections....
In fact my imperfections made him love me more.....they made me special...
So I slept as much as I could.....bringing back the peace that fills the soul...
The dreams would consume me and I'd awake to being special...

When I awoke I was here....and I found friends....and then I found .........

FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES

We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.

With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.

We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.

We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.

We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In PMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.

We do form friendships - but - why we don't know.
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.

Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.

Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.

The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.

We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must.
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.

Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.

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