An unwatched television tuned to a sporting event; its volume barely audible. Whispers uttered with the determined cadence of words that know their destination. I sit quietly waiting to be born into a life that would allow me to speak a more common language.
I look out through the window onto my balcony, its grey dirty floor sprinkled with dried fallen petals. The thud and clatter of the elevator along with the desperate yelps of a lonely dog send my heart racing and my body shaking. The tears that stream from my eyes tickle my cheeks and the droplets catch in my beard.
An indoor solitude is the only option today. All that remains to be seen is whether I can live it with sanity.