Every cell is plugged in;
wired up to machines
pulsating with desires
moving with every step taken...
But without a single breath
from deep within,
a sigh of despair
of things left behind,
effervescence of soft touches
haunting marbeled skin,
and a lingering gaze
on scene paused,
could one truly
be alive?

MT 11-5-2016

A/NIt has been a long time... does this make any sense to you? would love to hear your interpretations on this piece :) I might also change the title... I suck at titles...