I sit among the bare branches thinking of loneliness. How tight a grip it has. How deep the roots of fear must go. It must be a horrible life. To live each day unable to move, unable to intertwine with another. My legs dangle beneath me, free of any confines. What would it be like, to be rooted in a single spot? I let my limbs fall limp, tilt my head back and imagine a life without movement, without motion.
The world around me turns and time ticks on. I am part of this naked limb, exposed to the wind and the sun. My heart flutters with amazement. My eyes dart around taking to take in the unexpected beauty unfolding before me. The clouds overhead drift upon an ocean of blue, carried by invisible waves. The sun descends lazily, having not a care for the world. The picture perfect scene is surreal.
The tendrils of loneliness are nowhere to be found in my thoughts. My legs dangle beneath me, confined by the freedom to move. How wonderful would it be, to be rooted in a single spot.
-Scott Elliott
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