It is our world, confined to what words we convey,
so hard to analyze the messages what our words say,
My emotions, your emotions serve as a mold,
like a potter with clay a masterpiece to unfold,
Inflections, faceless words appear
I would rather interact with a person, right here.
For part of life is seeing truly how we all react,
Seeming creating a glass frame that cracks
Yet my words cannot evaporate into thin air,
because out there, somewhere, is a reader,
who lets me know they care.
There is nothing better than being with a friend,
it is priceless, treasures with a friend.