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Posted 1 April 2003, 3.23 pm by Shaggy

I point and say the word. Everyone agrees, nod their heads, and repeat the word. A stone has been named "Stone" and all have agreed.

I take her palm. I should not be doing this, she is not the woman I love, but I do it anyway. I touch her palm with the tips of my finger, and tell her that the tinglie feeling she has is, that feeling of skin on skin, is what I want to represent with words.

I wonder if anyone has felt the same way I do. Confused, and longing for connection, I wonder if anyone else has thought to themselves "the greatest connection is the sensual; what you can touch, taste, feel, et alia, this is what humans were made for. We are companions to each other, and that is the purpose that we so strive for."

I am sure my thoughts, however, require a great deal of leisure. I am positive, after all, that those in Iraq, whether American or of the soil, do not feel the same way. Connection with a bullet is no connection at all.

I write the woman I love a poem. It reminds me that, while I can lust for another, while I can feel that I am connecting in a way tantamount to love with another, I cannot take her for granted. She is the True love, the first, the alpha and the omega, and I love her truly. The other, the girl whose palm I touched, is a connection, yes, but a connection of a different sort, no less important, of the same potential, but not of the same game. Only one person, after all, can own my body, mind, and soul. After that, the soul is simply diluted.

Who knows what damage I have done to my soul for the temptation? Yet, I know now that it was a justifiable one. The outside world is a strange and treacherous journey. I do not connect easy. I am not made of the same thoughts as anyone else: I am my own, separate world.

I think someone wrote a song once about what happens when worlds collide...

I think I have lost the connection I once had with the girl whose palm I touched. It feels bad, granted... but somehow, it was to be expected. There can only be one connection outside of language that I truly and honestly have: the love that exists between myself and my girlfriend.

I can admit it, but I do not have to like it. That is why, when I return home, I sit, think, and write... I have written a thousand stars, and I will write a thousand more, until the sky is filled, and people can look up and say: My, but I wish I could connect with the sky above my head!

Perhaps they even might connect with me.

on 1 April 2003, 11.35 pm
Shaggy, you da man. Every time I see that you've submitted a new article, I get a little tingle of anticipation. Keep it up.

on 2 April 2003, 4.58 am
Very touching to the heart.

on 4 August 2004, 7.19 am

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80s candy bars were pretty good

only because i traded it for a candy bar in the 80's.

lol we all know you don't have a soul ghoti

my soul for some carbs...

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