People. Millions of people around the world. diversity, differences, the big city. the love and connection of everything. different hues of connecting ideas and thoughts. my life and the lack of connection around the world. who know why.
I feel as though I’ve lost touch with the people I was connected to the most. I have gotten so wrapped up in my life and it’s not worth it. I need to be connected to my loved ones again and share in lifes joys and wonders with the ones who mean the most to me. I am determined to be connected to those people who help me persevere.
i feel connected to the world because I’m in religion class and we’re talking about Hinduism and Buddhism. They’re big on meditation, meditation to feel connected to the world, to transcend the mortal world and immerse yourself in the blissful nature of nirvana. Nirvana is being connected.
i feel connected to the earth and to my family, my friends, my boyfriend. to be connected if to be whole with something else, so work and feel as one unit. connect to things you love, connect to something real.
I am connected to the internet everytime I browse the web.Connected in my eyes means many things as if being connected to something or connected to someone.
It’s not so easy, when you’re so far away, to feel like I know who you are. It’s even harder when you turn around and I realise you’re just there, close enough to touch with my hands – and nothing else.
My words won’t touch you. My eyes won’t move you. You’re going away, moving away, and all I can do is watch. Now all I can do is watch.
But there used to be a time, actually, when all we needed was for our eyes to meet and we’d smile, then laugh. We could be almost too far to see the wide smile, but we were connected
Their fingers touched each other. A light shone from the moment of contact. Blinding, bellowing, cold. And a sudden warmth. Their hearts danced in rhythm. They were connected.
we are all connected in one way or another, we all bleed red, breath the same air although people have turned to hatred and racism…. remember,,, we are all connected
it was a spiritual moment in the bleak insanity as we stepped to the ledge over looking the city. we held our hands out to each other. holding close we felt connected in the final moments before we left. we could feel the wind beneath our souls before the final moment. when everything seemed to stop.
i am connected to people i do not know and it is scary but that is ok and one day the world will all be connected and people will believe again in the happieness that everyone should have that everyone has a right to have. i am connected to the feelings the life and i wish i could be more connected to the sadness and the non life and feel safe.
we all held connected through the light at the end of the tunnel. the cars are vast in the spectrum. we held to each other close as the light seemed to draw closer to us. holding hands we waited for the second that the light would come to us. we stayed close. wishing for the final moment. as we closed our eyes. we held connected in death. with the silent breath we closed our eyes, the car wasn’t going to stop. we could hear the screech of tires in the final breathe. before we stood over ourselves. wondering why. why, we chose the path we did in life. it was over before it began.
If only I could have seen the way he looked at me. It was like our minds were connected without having even known each other more than 5 minutes. As I stared deep into his eyes I felt like something amazing was happening. Finally I’d found my love.
I’m always connected. Everything I do is based off wanting to feel a connection. Meeting new people, dancing, experiencing…it’s all just to feel connected. Without that connection…we’re nothing.
All people are connected in at least one way weather its being family or sharing the same hobbies. There are other ways to stay connected like email or mobile and many more.
we’re all connected to each other by the things we say and the things we do. when you catch somebody’s eye on the bus it’s as though a small invisible string flies from you to them and you’re connected forever, you can never lose that connection. and then there are some people who you connect with and that string stops being just a string, it becomes a lifeline instead.
you said that we were connected. but you never said anything to me. it’s not that we can’t communicate, you said, it’s that we don’t need to speak. we are connected.
guess what? i can’t feel you. we are NOT connected. we never were. it was a fallacy encouraged by new love and infatuation.
everyone is connected in one way or another. For example, me and my parents, me and my friends, my friends and their parents and so on. But there is one thing that makes these connections unique.
i am connected much like a tree is connected, tissue holding my parts together, lignin holding a trees together, a tree saw the rise of Rome and my birth, maybe I’m not connected like a tree is connected.
people live together and are needed to love and hold one another, it keeps them feeling less alone, more alive, more loved and held, a part of one thing, a part of many things. things that are not connected will fall apart and never be the same again, it hurts, burns it will kill a soul not to be connected. I wish to always stay connected to my God.
Connected: I’m connected to this landscape, to those precious close people, I’m not connected to this community, this town, I’m connected to the sea and to its beautiful cratures, I’m connected to that knowing place inside of me, but only somewhat, its a poor signal, I’m missing some of the messages, I know that
Connected. It’s hard to define connections when people around you keep telling you they might snap. Connections are two way links, it’s like reciprocation. All people see is only one side of it, one strand of it. But it’s actually two. Like it takes two hands to clap, it takes two sides to be connected.
Two people lock eyes from across a crowded room, instantly connected. He worked up the courage to walk over to her and introduce himself. “What have I got to lose?” he thought.
connected via the internet, cell phones, television, twitter. i feel connected to all of my friends back home because i have the internet. it is pretty awesome. connected is knowing what is going on. i like reading newspapers. they make me feel connected through the ones they give on the tube are free and often trashy. its okay. i like being connectd
I’m connected to people through the internet, it has become my lifeline to the world. I honestly have no idea what I would do without technology today. From my cell phone to computer to TV, it seems to have taken over my life. I wish I could go back to simpler times when I didn’t care about it so much.
Today, everything is easily at the touch of our fingertips. When we need to contact someone, we can easily do so through the use of cellphones, internet, and even telephone. These things make us more connected to one another in the world.
connected to the world, the universe, each other, we try to organise our lives in a way that makes those connections mreaningful. As a writer, I ‘m starting to see connections in places i’d never looked for them before.
related
Connections
All is connect.
People. Millions of people around the world. diversity, differences, the big city. the love and connection of everything. different hues of connecting ideas and thoughts. my life and the lack of connection around the world. who know why.
I feel as though I’ve lost touch with the people I was connected to the most. I have gotten so wrapped up in my life and it’s not worth it. I need to be connected to my loved ones again and share in lifes joys and wonders with the ones who mean the most to me. I am determined to be connected to those people who help me persevere.
i feel connected to the world because I’m in religion class and we’re talking about Hinduism and Buddhism. They’re big on meditation, meditation to feel connected to the world, to transcend the mortal world and immerse yourself in the blissful nature of nirvana. Nirvana is being connected.
connected
We may (arguably) be born alone and die alone, but we all need human connection to survive this world.
i feel connected to the earth and to my family, my friends, my boyfriend. to be connected if to be whole with something else, so work and feel as one unit. connect to things you love, connect to something real.
I am connected to the internet everytime I browse the web.Connected in my eyes means many things as if being connected to something or connected to someone.
It’s not so easy, when you’re so far away, to feel like I know who you are. It’s even harder when you turn around and I realise you’re just there, close enough to touch with my hands – and nothing else.
My words won’t touch you. My eyes won’t move you. You’re going away, moving away, and all I can do is watch. Now all I can do is watch.
But there used to be a time, actually, when all we needed was for our eyes to meet and we’d smile, then laugh. We could be almost too far to see the wide smile, but we were connected
I walked into the room, there she was. I looked into her eyes and saw here troubles, she stared back with a timmed look
To be connected to something. Connected to the internet. Being connected to someone in a relationship. Just right for each other.
To be connected is always better than to be unconnected. Having good connections can get you far in life.
Me and Christopher hang
By the umbilical cord of a corpus callosum
interconnected.
Born by dysphoria
And vertigo
He’s released
When I need a mask.
Smirking at his reflection and
binding himself
before he leaves.
Their fingers touched each other. A light shone from the moment of contact. Blinding, bellowing, cold. And a sudden warmth. Their hearts danced in rhythm. They were connected.
we are all connected in one way or another, we all bleed red, breath the same air although people have turned to hatred and racism…. remember,,, we are all connected
it was a spiritual moment in the bleak insanity as we stepped to the ledge over looking the city. we held our hands out to each other. holding close we felt connected in the final moments before we left. we could feel the wind beneath our souls before the final moment. when everything seemed to stop.
i am connected to people i do not know and it is scary but that is ok and one day the world will all be connected and people will believe again in the happieness that everyone should have that everyone has a right to have. i am connected to the feelings the life and i wish i could be more connected to the sadness and the non life and feel safe.
we all held connected through the light at the end of the tunnel. the cars are vast in the spectrum. we held to each other close as the light seemed to draw closer to us. holding hands we waited for the second that the light would come to us. we stayed close. wishing for the final moment. as we closed our eyes. we held connected in death. with the silent breath we closed our eyes, the car wasn’t going to stop. we could hear the screech of tires in the final breathe. before we stood over ourselves. wondering why. why, we chose the path we did in life. it was over before it began.
I love being in touch with life. The things that pull me tight and keep me in the centre. At the centre, connected.
Even if it’s “connected” i don’t feel it anymore.
connected
We are connected
You and I
When my eyes fill
Yours will cry
Your chest lifts
With my every sigh
Wonder why?
I told you…
We’re connected
You and I…
Two bodies
one heart
a shot in the dark
Together or apart…
linked in
together
bonds
work
internet
online
sharing
past tense
intertwined
nodes
wire
TV
computer
power
linking
attached
If only I could have seen the way he looked at me. It was like our minds were connected without having even known each other more than 5 minutes. As I stared deep into his eyes I felt like something amazing was happening. Finally I’d found my love.
linked together physically or mentally. common interests.
I’m always connected. Everything I do is based off wanting to feel a connection. Meeting new people, dancing, experiencing…it’s all just to feel connected. Without that connection…we’re nothing.
All people are connected in at least one way weather its being family or sharing the same hobbies. There are other ways to stay connected like email or mobile and many more.
we’re all connected to each other by the things we say and the things we do. when you catch somebody’s eye on the bus it’s as though a small invisible string flies from you to them and you’re connected forever, you can never lose that connection. and then there are some people who you connect with and that string stops being just a string, it becomes a lifeline instead.
you said that we were connected. but you never said anything to me. it’s not that we can’t communicate, you said, it’s that we don’t need to speak. we are connected.
guess what? i can’t feel you. we are NOT connected. we never were. it was a fallacy encouraged by new love and infatuation.
connected is when u are connected to a wi-fi or any internet whith a cable or a wireless internet system
everyone is connected in one way or another. For example, me and my parents, me and my friends, my friends and their parents and so on. But there is one thing that makes these connections unique.
i am connected much like a tree is connected, tissue holding my parts together, lignin holding a trees together, a tree saw the rise of Rome and my birth, maybe I’m not connected like a tree is connected.
people live together and are needed to love and hold one another, it keeps them feeling less alone, more alive, more loved and held, a part of one thing, a part of many things. things that are not connected will fall apart and never be the same again, it hurts, burns it will kill a soul not to be connected. I wish to always stay connected to my God.
Connected: I’m connected to this landscape, to those precious close people, I’m not connected to this community, this town, I’m connected to the sea and to its beautiful cratures, I’m connected to that knowing place inside of me, but only somewhat, its a poor signal, I’m missing some of the messages, I know that
Connected. It’s hard to define connections when people around you keep telling you they might snap. Connections are two way links, it’s like reciprocation. All people see is only one side of it, one strand of it. But it’s actually two. Like it takes two hands to clap, it takes two sides to be connected.
Two people lock eyes from across a crowded room, instantly connected. He worked up the courage to walk over to her and introduce himself. “What have I got to lose?” he thought.
connected via the internet, cell phones, television, twitter. i feel connected to all of my friends back home because i have the internet. it is pretty awesome. connected is knowing what is going on. i like reading newspapers. they make me feel connected through the ones they give on the tube are free and often trashy. its okay. i like being connectd
To be connected you first have to feel. Disconnection happens when you are numb
I’m connected to people through the internet, it has become my lifeline to the world. I honestly have no idea what I would do without technology today. From my cell phone to computer to TV, it seems to have taken over my life. I wish I could go back to simpler times when I didn’t care about it so much.
Today, everything is easily at the touch of our fingertips. When we need to contact someone, we can easily do so through the use of cellphones, internet, and even telephone. These things make us more connected to one another in the world.
connected to the world, the universe, each other, we try to organise our lives in a way that makes those connections mreaningful. As a writer, I ‘m starting to see connections in places i’d never looked for them before.