If I came to visit,
what fun times we would have.
What if I just called you up to talk for a while?
Would that still be enough to brighten your day.
If I wrote you a letter.
Could it make you smile?
What if it were only a text saying "smile"
would you follow its directions?
If you just knew I want you to be happy.
Would that be enough?
To make you smile.
Do you ever wish you could live in your dream?
What we wouldn’t give sometimes to be able to go back to
sleep, even if just for a little bit more.
To find out what happens next.
To finish the saga.
To dream.
What disenchantment, when we recognize it’s not the truth,
when we feel the pillow beneath our head.
It’s so much worse the longer it takes.
A dream held in the head persistent is all the more wounding
when exposed.
May I stay in my dreams forever?
Let me stay asleep past morning,
Engulfed in the fog of fantasy,
Pursuing my dreams.
What if there was a new type of Facebook, MySpace, Friendster,
Bebo, Ringo or what have you.
A new kind of social network that instead of being a network
was just for two people.
Just for you and me.
I would be your friend, and you would be mine.
No silly applications or groups. Just your page and mine.
We could write back and forth on each others walls.
You post pictures that make me smile, even if I were feeling
down.
I would tell you a joke, do my best to brighten your day.
Our profiles would contain our dreams and our secrets.
Rather than our age and our details it would say what we
want to be and how we want to live.
There would be no People I’d Like To Meet section. You are
already my friend.
This social network for two is already full.
The perfect amount of full like just after thanksgiving
dinner.
Not stuffed, not lacking. Just right.
You and me, friends.
