My arms hang at my side as if weighed with time. My memory fills my mind and my solitude reminds me of the state of my existence.
My hands were molded to hold another and to caress the soul of a loved one… but now they fall and threaten to atrophy.
If I could hold another… the youth of my past would race vigor and adrenalin to the sinews of my limbs and fuel the inborn desires of my heart.
For now, I am forced to wonder upon the possibilities… and to look to the future… to a time that I am not alone… a time when the pulse of my breath will fill the air with molecules of togetherness.
Shannon R Killman
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