Friend 1- a beginning of a kind of play in my head. Read it as you please.
Friend 1: I'm lost, you know, sometimes. Sometimes I wrap myself up in me, and turn off. I speak seldomly, and when i do too loud.
I forget to smile at people.
But when you are there, you can tell me I'm being antisocial, speak up, or touch my wrist and make my speech softer. When you smile at something, so do I. That beam gets me over the rocks. I'm feeling better now. I can grin when nobody's watching, too. Or when i think nobody's watching. You are. You always are. You count my smiles.
I count your smiles, too, but only the ones that count.
I forget to smile at people.
But when you are there, you can tell me I'm being antisocial, speak up, or touch my wrist and make my speech softer. When you smile at something, so do I. That beam gets me over the rocks. I'm feeling better now. I can grin when nobody's watching, too. Or when i think nobody's watching. You are. You always are. You count my smiles.
I count your smiles, too, but only the ones that count.