Friday, January 7, 2011

The octogenarian child and the pain of aging.

Rotting joints trumpet the curtain call of youth.  The needles of contraction ache within the weakened muscle.  It's as if the smallest cog has broken in the deepest part of the machine, grinding all the gears to a halt.  The overwhelming feeling distracts my mind and I must confess this has been anything but uninterrupted.

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