i put my hand into the silver, the shift of temperature tingles along my arm.
i can feel the presence, of another who wants to connect with like minds.
grasping on to them, i pull and struggle to stay in place.
tightening my grip, pain begins to pierce me.
i cannot fight the force,
i cannot let go,
i struggle within,
will i subdue?
or is this all moot – will i always be engaged