I close my eyes and in my mind I see a stadium. It's filled with people of every race and age. The lights are down, darkness all around. Hushed anticipation is in the air, whispers running through the crowd as movement is spotted on the stage. The DJ steps out, moving to his equipment. As his hands touch the controls the strobe light flares on, multiple colors are every where. The music pours from the speakers, pounding driving bass notes and high fluting treble. The people dance and sing and laugh with each other. There is the happiness of those who have put reality on hold for just a few short hours and drown themselves in this strange community. Race and religion are forgetten, titles and positions put aside. CEO by day, anonymous dancer by night. They are who ever they choose to be while the music plays. They talk with whomever they choose, touch each other, hug, kiss, and romance. All regards for the future are shuffled into the back for now. To live with such carefree abandon, I can only imagine. "It is nice to be important but it is more important to be nice."
Love, Unity and Respect. Rave Nation.

Why is it that I crave touch so much? My life is not horrid, though I may think it so. I do not lack in attention from friends and family. And yet many nights I find myself lying in my bed wishing for nothing more than a pair of warm arms around me, a firm body to snuggle back against. I want the comfort that a lover and mate can give. That sense of being, of belonging. And the more I think about it, the more I crave it. It's a longing that needs to be filled, wants to be filled. But I'm almost afraid to fill it. The one thing I want is the one thing that scares me the most. Why is that?