I sit frozen in time watching the world pass by my feet. My eyes see the people as they pass. Their worries, fears, loves and hates give me life yet I can’t move. No one can see me as real.
Each day I dream of walking the streets, of greeting friends, of holding the hand of a child, and of having a purpose for being.
A child approaches and I hear her say, “Mummy, he looks so sad.”
She steps up and kisses me on the cheek.
“Don’t be sad,” she says softly.
Tears form in my eyes. I smile.
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