A VIRTUAL FRIEND

To accept having a virtual friend is not easy.. for understanding because everyone has the idea. A virtual friend is not a real friend. We don't see this person or touch them. We don't even know the color of their eyes.  So why I do I believe in him?  When my virtual friend listens me, tries to understand me, and offers advice to me, I still do not see him as a real person. 

When I awake up and head out to work I usually meet so many people. In my real life people never have time to listen or understand me.  My real friends don't have any time for me. Their lives are so busy with their own problems and the issues of the world.  Still put my trust in them because I can look into their eyes, but I know that they do not care about me. I  think my physical friends are real, and my virtual friends are merely an illusion. 

When I finish my work and I go home, I open my computer and all my virtual friends are there.. My special friend always says me "hello" and smile at me.He is ready to listen me, and make me feel so happy.  While I can't determine what his mood is in this moment, if he tired or not, I'm experiencing feelings about my virtual friend  He is always there to listen me, to understanding me. In addition to this, my virtual friend such a sweet person. My friends will say me, "You know nothing about him, maybe he is a killer, someone who wants to kidnap you, or do some other evil, never good. I'm become afraid. I've heard many terrible stories about such things.

But as time goes by my virtual friend is always there for me. My fears soon leave me.  I have pictures of him that he has sent to me; one is of when he was a young man, and another of how he looks now.  I see in these picture the sweet and caring person that I have come to know. It is my wish to meet him one day in real world and to see what feeling I would have for him then.  To meet the person who knows everything about me, who has listened to me for so long listen, who knows all my secrets, all my deepest thoughts.  I really love my virtual friend.  But I can tell anyone how much I love him because they will call me crazy.  They will say I'm suffering some kind of madness.  Am I suffering some sort of virtual depression?  The science haven't been invented to makes such a determination.  Maybe someday I'll be able to talked about my virtual friend to others. It is crazy to think about it but I feel it is true. My virtual friends are a part of my life now.  They may be somewhere else in the world but I always know what they are doing, even if it is time lunch for them and dinner for me. 

One day I listened a old woman saying that since she bought a computer and started to use the Internet she never feels alone, because her virtual friends are always there for her. I listen to so many stories about others with virtual friendships and most of them never good.. but I'm asking.. if most of the stories are not good  by Internet.. it means.. a real man never has good thoughts but always badly.. yes because my virtual friend is someone and not a machine..Many times people around us don't have nothing similar to us and i meet someone by Internet so similar like me.. the same tastes.. many times I'm seeing my virtual friend so perfect....it is calls illusion.. but my feeling by him is not illusion.. is real... how the world become so small... but i think man always want to find other man to the other side of the world and when this meeting happen it is like a light.. they have so much to share.. 

  

In the movie "The Quest for Fire." three people of one tribe made a journey to find other tribe to learn how to make fire.   When they meet the other people of the other tribe they share their knowledge.  One of the three marries with a woman from the other tribe and they learn together, she teaches him what she knew from her tribe and he did the same with her. When they are finished they look up to the sky for the moon, and wait for new world.

When Alexander Bell invented the phone he made the world a lot smaller and brought people closer together. So I ask, don't you think it is innate for mankind to reach out to others so far away and t share their experiences?  Don't you think we have a curiosity to know what happen on the other side of the world?  Will doing so not help us to improve our spirits and create understand for those whom we can't see?  Those who are religious love God even though they cannot see Him.  Now I am asking, don't you think I could love my virtual friend whom I cannot see in the same way? I think yes, I can, why not!

Autumn In Wilderness

Poem Death Young

   

 I dont want to die young

                           but i dont  want old too,

                              Let me live some time

                       let me feel the wind on my face

                 and watch the birds flying on the sky

                                           but

                               if i had to died young

                            keep my ash in your hands

                              and let them to run away

                                       let them to fly

                             let them to see the world

                                    like God does.

                               If i had to died young

                              i want  to live that star

                    and protect my family and my friends

                      i want  to protect those children

                               i want to be an angel!!

                               

                               Linday Landar 

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Classic Writers

CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Charles Baudelaire  April 9, 1821 – August 31, 1867) was a major French poet who produced notable work as an essayist, art critic, and pioneering translator of Edgar Allan Poe. His most famous work, Les Fleurs du mal (The Flowers of Evil) expresses the changing nature of beauty in modern, industrializing Paris during the nineteenth century. Baudelaire's highly original style of prose-poetry influenced a whole generation of poets including Paul Verlaine, Arthur Rimbaud and Stéphane Mallarmé among many others. He is credited with coining the term "modernity" (modernité) to designate the fleeting, ephemeral experience of life in an urban metropolis, and the responsibility art has to capture that experience.

THE GHOST

OFTLY as brown-eyed Angels rove

I will return to thy alcove,

And glide upon the night to thee,

Treading the shadows silently.

 

And I will give to thee, my own,

Kisses as icy as the moon,

And the caresses of a snake

Cold gliding in the thorny brake.

 

And when returns the livid morn

Thou shalt find all my place forlorn

And chilly, till the falling night.

 

Others would rule by tenderness

Over thy life and youthfulness,

But I would conquer thee by fright!

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Thanks Theodore Theseus to editing my text..