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 we flirt, In PM's we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt. We do form friendships, but why we don't know, But some of these friendships will florish 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 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 that we trust. Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains, They are ....... "Friends Without Faces" and odd little names. Author Unknown ~Return To Twink's Turf~ ~Return To Friendship Main Page~ page created: November 1999 Twink's Ink ![]() |