I was connected once to the underground, the foreground, the middle ground and the top ground. But then i had to move my dumb ass to new mexico where there isn’t enough going on to have any more than a good heroine trade… and who wants to even be familiar with that shit? Fuck it i miss home.
What everyone wants is a connection with another. A feeling of being wanted and sharing thoughts and desires. Someone to talk to, to listen to, to share the world and the little life given in it.
Mike
Were they all connected? Really? Never before had she felt so…so distant, so far away. So alone. The feeling of not knowing overcame her like a tsunami, and she was alone in her despair. Therefore, she merely trailed behind the others, and stayed alone. There was no hope, really. She would always be this way. it was sad, but it was the truth. And she hated it.
I am connected to ou forever. Those quick kisses hidden behind doors, those long hugs and longer looks, those late nights turned early mornings of whispering so not to wake your mother, the smell of grass as we lay in a field. All these things will live in my heart forever, even if you won’t be mine.
BKB
online
hotmail
messenger
girlfriend
relationship
internet
work
boss
day
chat
friends
friendly
offline
Rich
When our eyes meet for those two seconds while passing. I feel so connceted. And in the night when lieing awake thinking of nothing the cold air brings your name to my ear. And the same feeling washes over me. Connected. Understood. Whole. When our eyes meet while passing. So instinasious. I wish to know you.
olivia
the girl looked at the boy from across the classroom. She immediately felt connected, as if she were staring straight into his soul.
“You have gorgeous eyes.” she heard in her head, in his voice. She found this puzzling. Was she imagining this or..
wendy taylor
lovers
friends
intertwined
a bond
family
friends
across the world
thoughts
embrace
not willing to be separated
heaven and earth
forever
as if one
entity
forevermore
eyes
ashley
Connection! Get connected. C. O. N. N. E. C. T. E. D! Con. Nect. Like nectar from the flowers, that connects to the bees, that connects to the honey that connects to us. We are all connected. the world!
Everyone is connected to their electronics now days. They can’t seem to be away from the computer, cell phone, or other communication device for too long. We panic if we can’t be reached or if we can’t get ahold of someone we are looking for.
Karen
Connectivity, about the internet.
I’d rather write about connections with people.
…
Generalized spitnots, blah blah blah. Things should just work and not be hindered.
I feel so connected to him. I only really knew him for a few months but I can’t help it. How can you share something like that with someone and not feel connected? How can he not look at me and think about it every time? Does life just go on? How does this work anyway? The pain of being disconnected never goes away. It just gets easier to deal with.
Everything is connected in someway. It’s the great circle of life. So the great Disney cliche goes. The question is not if, but how. The strangest things connect in the most odds way. Perhaps that’s what makes the world so truly beautiful. The mystery and the connections.
Dairun
everything is connected. from humans, to birds, to fish, to tiny protizoa that cannot be seen with the naked eye. destroy one, and you destroy them all. thats whats wrong with the world. no one understands this.
I am not connected to anyone the way I’m connected to him. I wish that he could just let me back in. I don’t love who I’m with. I don’t know why I’m with him. I guess I felt bad. It’s terrible, really. I don’t mean to hurt them. I’m just trying to prove to you that I’m not still in love with you, when really you’re the only person I have ever loved. I love you unconditionally.
I feel most connected to the world when I’m open water swimming. If I only have one true love, than for me, I am madly and deeply in love with the water. I’m just at such a peace, yet I am still able to get the adrenaline rushes that I live off of. The water is such a natural thing. I feel more connected to the Earth and to my spirit in the water, than any other time.
To be connected to one’s muse is a glorious feeling that transcends even verbosity’s ability to describe, which is why the absence of that connection brings about a wealth of words wrapped in lamentation and aggressive outrage. In short, screw writer’s block.
Holding hands as we walk down the hallowed halls, ignoring the whispers and the stares, knowing that being together is quite enough, I feel connected palm to palm, heart to heart. I have all the world in my grasp when our fingers entwine. Being by your side is enough for my love.
Feel connected with yourself
the earth
your heart
Listen with all you have and you’ll feel it.
the confidence and connection you’ll have with your mind to do what you want
because it’s what you’ve always wanted
to re-connect
with yourself.
People use social networks and blackberrys to get connected. Instead, they’re disconnecting. It’s sad when you realize most of your conversations are through typed words. This is why this last few days I’ve been staying away from Facebook and Twitter, and disconnecting from you… cyber friend who I never see in person and even my friends see you more than I do and you’re MY friend, or at least you’re supposed to be.
I feel connected. To you.
Maybe it’s your eyes.
Or the way your fingers tap out the rhythm when we’re in the car.
Or maybe it’s the way your mouth moves when you talk.
Or maybe it’s just because I want to be connected to you. That’s probably what it is.
We are all universally connected. In some way or another. Through blood, through bond, through air. So why must be so selective about who is right and who is wrong? Is there really a win and a loss?
Connected is a word I wish I could understand. I don’t have a CONNECTION. We are not connected. I am alone, and there he is, laying n the bed with her. Loving her the way I wished he would have loved me. He never did. He never will. It’s funny how much that bothers me. I am just going to cry myself to sleep again. It’s what I always do.
staying connected to people over the years is hard. a lot of times, best friends become foes and the pressure of any situation can turn people against each other. i wish i was able to connect with people easier, but sometimes i find it unnecessary to connect with others when i know i will always have my true friends… why waste time trusting anyone?
Our minds connected through an information highway, stars and letters spinning through the wires that bind us. The distance could be anything. We could be planes and trains apart, but we are only seconds from talking, from smiling, from laughing together, our eyes lit by the video screen.
connected. I feel very unconnected. to God I mean. I know He’s there. I know He cares. but somehow I just can’t get close to Him. it’s like there’s a wall and I cant get over it under it or around it. I need a breakthrough. literally
i have a confession about life and my understanding is apalled…oh low how the world grows tired of fucking me…damn i wish i had bacon right now….you had your fun
spendaddy
I am not connected to anyone anymore. Not a guy, not my country, not my family, not my friends, not with school. Nothing. No one. I am not even connected with myself anymore and I just hate to know that it is all HIS fault. He is there with her, on his bed, being happy. And I am here. Alone. Lonely. Suffering. Crying.
luu
he was plugged in and it was making her uncomfortable but he didn’t care because this was normal. she needed to eat and sleep and so did he but he needed this, too, and he didn’t mind. nature doesn’t always know best.
You can be connetcted in many different ways, for example, you can be connected to the internet, you are connetcted in your family, even to the community. There are many different ways you can be connected.
Dominator
we were connected. were.we used to be.there was something between us.something invisible and it hurt in the end. that connection got pulled too tight and now my heart hearts, hurts i mean, it hurts it hurts it hurts. but anyway the connection’s lost now. it’s like it got too tight and then someone, something cut it and now i can’t breathe i can’t breathe i can’t breathe without you.
Ursula
we lay connected, having waited so long for this moment to come, wishing it’d never come to an end. we were one, he and I. the simple words that slip from my lips binding it. “I love you.” And then I was his, as he was mine, our souls intertwined, connected for eternity.
Connected. I wish that was how i felt with all of those around me. I wish i could connect to people. So often I feel like we’ve connected only to realize that the other person doesn’t feel the same. Or sometimes i’m scarred, scarred to make the next move or to take the next step. Should i do it? should ask him to do something?
what was linked or told between us. there was no pleasure there was no like. there was no connection. nothing. Why is it so difficult to let go when there is nothing that binds us.
Alex Vishal
i am not. i was. i want so much to be. plug me in, turn me on, light me up. make me
I was connected once to the underground, the foreground, the middle ground and the top ground. But then i had to move my dumb ass to new mexico where there isn’t enough going on to have any more than a good heroine trade… and who wants to even be familiar with that shit? Fuck it i miss home.
What everyone wants is a connection with another. A feeling of being wanted and sharing thoughts and desires. Someone to talk to, to listen to, to share the world and the little life given in it.
Were they all connected? Really? Never before had she felt so…so distant, so far away. So alone. The feeling of not knowing overcame her like a tsunami, and she was alone in her despair. Therefore, she merely trailed behind the others, and stayed alone. There was no hope, really. She would always be this way. it was sad, but it was the truth. And she hated it.
I am connected to ou forever. Those quick kisses hidden behind doors, those long hugs and longer looks, those late nights turned early mornings of whispering so not to wake your mother, the smell of grass as we lay in a field. All these things will live in my heart forever, even if you won’t be mine.
online
hotmail
messenger
girlfriend
relationship
internet
work
boss
day
chat
friends
friendly
offline
When our eyes meet for those two seconds while passing. I feel so connceted. And in the night when lieing awake thinking of nothing the cold air brings your name to my ear. And the same feeling washes over me. Connected. Understood. Whole. When our eyes meet while passing. So instinasious. I wish to know you.
the girl looked at the boy from across the classroom. She immediately felt connected, as if she were staring straight into his soul.
“You have gorgeous eyes.” she heard in her head, in his voice. She found this puzzling. Was she imagining this or..
lovers
friends
intertwined
a bond
family
friends
across the world
thoughts
embrace
not willing to be separated
heaven and earth
forever
as if one
entity
forevermore
eyes
Connection! Get connected. C. O. N. N. E. C. T. E. D! Con. Nect. Like nectar from the flowers, that connects to the bees, that connects to the honey that connects to us. We are all connected. the world!
Everyone is connected to their electronics now days. They can’t seem to be away from the computer, cell phone, or other communication device for too long. We panic if we can’t be reached or if we can’t get ahold of someone we are looking for.
Connectivity, about the internet.
I’d rather write about connections with people.
…
Generalized spitnots, blah blah blah. Things should just work and not be hindered.
I feel so connected to him. I only really knew him for a few months but I can’t help it. How can you share something like that with someone and not feel connected? How can he not look at me and think about it every time? Does life just go on? How does this work anyway? The pain of being disconnected never goes away. It just gets easier to deal with.
Everything is connected in someway. It’s the great circle of life. So the great Disney cliche goes. The question is not if, but how. The strangest things connect in the most odds way. Perhaps that’s what makes the world so truly beautiful. The mystery and the connections.
everything is connected. from humans, to birds, to fish, to tiny protizoa that cannot be seen with the naked eye. destroy one, and you destroy them all. thats whats wrong with the world. no one understands this.
I am not connected to anyone the way I’m connected to him. I wish that he could just let me back in. I don’t love who I’m with. I don’t know why I’m with him. I guess I felt bad. It’s terrible, really. I don’t mean to hurt them. I’m just trying to prove to you that I’m not still in love with you, when really you’re the only person I have ever loved. I love you unconditionally.
I feel most connected to the world when I’m open water swimming. If I only have one true love, than for me, I am madly and deeply in love with the water. I’m just at such a peace, yet I am still able to get the adrenaline rushes that I live off of. The water is such a natural thing. I feel more connected to the Earth and to my spirit in the water, than any other time.
To be connected to one’s muse is a glorious feeling that transcends even verbosity’s ability to describe, which is why the absence of that connection brings about a wealth of words wrapped in lamentation and aggressive outrage. In short, screw writer’s block.
Do you know how we’re all connected?.. All your friends… all their friends…the world…connected.
Holding hands as we walk down the hallowed halls, ignoring the whispers and the stares, knowing that being together is quite enough, I feel connected palm to palm, heart to heart. I have all the world in my grasp when our fingers entwine. Being by your side is enough for my love.
Feel connected with yourself
the earth
your heart
Listen with all you have and you’ll feel it.
the confidence and connection you’ll have with your mind to do what you want
because it’s what you’ve always wanted
to re-connect
with yourself.
who do you feel connected to?
who do they feel connected to?
do these two things tear at the very connection in which you share?
People use social networks and blackberrys to get connected. Instead, they’re disconnecting. It’s sad when you realize most of your conversations are through typed words. This is why this last few days I’ve been staying away from Facebook and Twitter, and disconnecting from you… cyber friend who I never see in person and even my friends see you more than I do and you’re MY friend, or at least you’re supposed to be.
I feel connected. To you.
Maybe it’s your eyes.
Or the way your fingers tap out the rhythm when we’re in the car.
Or maybe it’s the way your mouth moves when you talk.
Or maybe it’s just because I want to be connected to you. That’s probably what it is.
We are all universally connected. In some way or another. Through blood, through bond, through air. So why must be so selective about who is right and who is wrong? Is there really a win and a loss?
Connected is a word I wish I could understand. I don’t have a CONNECTION. We are not connected. I am alone, and there he is, laying n the bed with her. Loving her the way I wished he would have loved me. He never did. He never will. It’s funny how much that bothers me. I am just going to cry myself to sleep again. It’s what I always do.
staying connected to people over the years is hard. a lot of times, best friends become foes and the pressure of any situation can turn people against each other. i wish i was able to connect with people easier, but sometimes i find it unnecessary to connect with others when i know i will always have my true friends… why waste time trusting anyone?
Our minds connected through an information highway, stars and letters spinning through the wires that bind us. The distance could be anything. We could be planes and trains apart, but we are only seconds from talking, from smiling, from laughing together, our eyes lit by the video screen.
Everything today is about staying connect, and yet to do so by being apart.
Isn’t that what the internet is all about? Being one’s true self? But the confidence only comes through by the fact that we aren’t face to face.
Connection is now by wires, not by the touch of skin on skin.
connected. I feel very unconnected. to God I mean. I know He’s there. I know He cares. but somehow I just can’t get close to Him. it’s like there’s a wall and I cant get over it under it or around it. I need a breakthrough. literally
i have a confession about life and my understanding is apalled…oh low how the world grows tired of fucking me…damn i wish i had bacon right now….you had your fun
I am not connected to anyone anymore. Not a guy, not my country, not my family, not my friends, not with school. Nothing. No one. I am not even connected with myself anymore and I just hate to know that it is all HIS fault. He is there with her, on his bed, being happy. And I am here. Alone. Lonely. Suffering. Crying.
he was plugged in and it was making her uncomfortable but he didn’t care because this was normal. she needed to eat and sleep and so did he but he needed this, too, and he didn’t mind. nature doesn’t always know best.
He connected the plug to the lights, and the whole shimmering tree lit up. Amie’s face lit up too. I watched him, and thought of how far we’d come.
You can be connetcted in many different ways, for example, you can be connected to the internet, you are connetcted in your family, even to the community. There are many different ways you can be connected.
we were connected. were.we used to be.there was something between us.something invisible and it hurt in the end. that connection got pulled too tight and now my heart hearts, hurts i mean, it hurts it hurts it hurts. but anyway the connection’s lost now. it’s like it got too tight and then someone, something cut it and now i can’t breathe i can’t breathe i can’t breathe without you.
we lay connected, having waited so long for this moment to come, wishing it’d never come to an end. we were one, he and I. the simple words that slip from my lips binding it. “I love you.” And then I was his, as he was mine, our souls intertwined, connected for eternity.
Connected. I wish that was how i felt with all of those around me. I wish i could connect to people. So often I feel like we’ve connected only to realize that the other person doesn’t feel the same. Or sometimes i’m scarred, scarred to make the next move or to take the next step. Should i do it? should ask him to do something?
Connected. The feeling you have with a loved one.
what was linked or told between us. there was no pleasure there was no like. there was no connection. nothing. Why is it so difficult to let go when there is nothing that binds us.
i am not. i was. i want so much to be. plug me in, turn me on, light me up. make me