Connected

Oh how little we connect, to each other, to the moment we are in or to anything. We know nothing of what this moment holds because we don't connect to what is in the air flooding our longs with life. We stray away from the people that stand across from us for who knows what reason. Is there anything we actually connect to? Anything that we can say I know intimately because I spend here? How I wish this would change, that we would all realize how much beauty is in everything that we get to know deeper than the surface of a hello.