Millions of pictures and some names are invented.

Some are the same and you can’t tell the face.

Pixels of hair and muscles twitched impossibly

Promises and Negatives

Creation of the Perfect illusion that a Door may open for you into the First day of the Life you have Always Been 

Waiting

for.

And Yet millions are separated. No words after Hi and How are you?

As if you really care to know.

Each in their Space

that stretches from seconds to never.