Blood Brothers

It is a small world and the reality of it engulfs me sometimes, picks me up and swallows me whole, leaving no room to be who I really am, to still be the same sweet, funny child that once lived inside this body. Because, no matter what the years do, the real me is still alive and kicking, trying to kick her way out and enjoy this sweet, sweet world where anything is possible, simply because I think it.

So I "talk" back and forth with a faceless friend and, like children, we share our secrets in dark corners, wiping each others tears away with tentative, but kind fingers and tickling each others fancy with our stories.

We promise never to betray the others confidence and we mean that. We are blood brothers, only there are no fingers to prick, no hugs to seal it.

There is only a very real need to have a friend who likes to play with the same toys and enjoy the same games on these long Autumn nights when the moon shines big and round in the night time sky and the winds begin to blow a little colder.

A cold wind only seems to make the room cozier when I am not alone and it is surprising how satisfying this imaginary real person is. In a world where technology has changed nearly everything, it only seems to make sense that this should happen too.

In the old days we would have penned long letters and waited eagerly by the mail box each day as the postman came, or not. This is really no different. People have always been judgmental about new things. They have always been fearful of the unknown, but I have no fear of this particular thing in my life. We are like spirits. Nameless, faceless, spirits who share only our feelings and thoughts. We cannot even share a cold in such an ethereal relationship as this one. There are no dangers, unless it would be wanting more from it.

Greed destroys almost anything and in this situation it would be the ending of something sweet and wonderful. I will not allow that.

In our world we write the stories that define us and there is no one to say yea, or nay to us. We are as free as the wind and fresh as the Autumn air and life is sweet and beautiful and good.