In the moments when we share our stories,
I feel as though I know you.
Part of me wishes I really did.
We call each other friends,
but in truth…
We are little more than faceless names and numbers,
masked only in the facades we wish to show the world.
And still we share our stories.
Then, why? I think…
Everyone wants to get to know each other,
but not everyone wants to take off their mask.
So, for now we share our stories,
touching lives from across the greatest distance,
always in sight, yet forever out of reach.