Description: So I kinda fell short of my NaPoWriMo goal, but considering this last week was filled with finals and a comic convention that involved many late nights… I still consider 24 out of 30 to be a pretty good record!
Anyway, said comic convention and other news made me think of the following poem, which I guess boils down to this: Have you ever wanted to be friends with a famous person?
Your fame is not why I like you
Nor even the reason for your fame
But rather because when you smile
It’s my smile
And your words make me think and laugh
It’s an innate understanding
That easy conversations would ensue
But you’re untouchable and even then only
Touched with suspicion
It makes me wish that we were born
In another time in place
Maybe then there would be space between us
And we’d fill it with friendship