Tremulous hands, not wanting to touch, not wanting to find.

Particles of sand slipping through unsure fingers, wasted motion.

Air hissing by

the ballasts of time.

Nothing connects to nothing. Nothing does nothing. Feels nothing.

The body is motionless, but doesn’t stand still.

The heart wants to escape from its steel cage. But where would it go?

Escape, escape. Meaningless drivel. Words are not enough to move you to

where you need to go. The journey is more than wanting it to happen.