95 - 4 - 1 (standard:poetry, 177 words)
Author: Nathan Scot Taylor	Added: Nov 10 2001	Views/Reads: 4098/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The real reason I do this.

95-4-1 

Most of what I do, I'm fully aware is shit. Most of the time, its
whining, extraneous crap. Most of the time, its not worth reading. 

But I swear I have moments. Not many, not even in each poem. Most of the
time its just crap. But I swear I have moments. 

Seconds where I know, deep down, that I got right. Where I connect to
something, something bigger. Something transcendent. 

And in those moments, I connect. 

I connect to every bitter tear. Every first kiss. Every first time. 

Its not often, its not even for everyone. 

Just a handful of people, maybe once or twice. That's it. 

But in those moments, I swear,-in those moments I feel something. 

And that's why I bother to do this. 

It makes me feel less lonely. Cause when I touch it, in those moments, I
feel everyone. Everyone. And I smile. And for just a short moment, I 
feel. .. . whole. 

And maybe, just maybe, I can get someone else to feel that too. 

How cool is that?


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