142 hours

Tap. Tap. Tap.

My foot taps to the beat of my waiting heart.
 
Brain, body and soul beat to the same tap tap tap rhythm.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Waiting for my being to sit.

Sit... sit... sit...

Like training a dog, with a calm voice... always fearful that he might attack.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Mic checking my emotions...

Is this thing on? Hello. Mic Check. 1.2. Mic Check.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Is the volume too high? Mic Check.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Hand meets other hand, hoping that this is real....

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Hoping as you hoped, not to be crushed.

Tap. Tap. Tap.