Where from the wishes stem?

Sometimes I wonder, how much spare time people on their hands, to search for a jazzy picture on the net, and then try so hard to write out lines that would catch attention and go along with the pic, it must require reall timekill skills, and an unending desire to get yourself heard. Though a few times things are really inspiring, but then look closer and there is that inherent level of phoniness that permeates beneath the conspicous surface.

You my unknown companion, someone who has always taken care to believe in the absolute of this surreal existence. You have always cherished the sanctity of such greetings, even when they are forwarded to you. I know you believe in the fundamental beauty of the things, that you dont apply these eerie notions I possess, that take everything in this planet with a pinch of skepticism. But it does me more good than harm, atleast that is what i would like to believe it does.

The truth is, I have had the best 'good mornings', when you called me, and said hello. Now that is what it IS, and what it should be like, the vibrance be it in text or voice or color should spring from within for without it, our conversations are mere vibrations to translate the space.

What about sunrise? I'd like to believe, that its never a still photograph with a caption beneath, it is a dynamic manifestation of what i like to see, and many things more... But thats for you and me to discover isnt it?