I am an old man. I sit in this chair unable to speak. I utter sounds. Force words out of my mouth, but they just come out as unintelligible sounds. Tears run down my cheeks. Sometimes the aide wipes them with a look on his face like he knows that I am trapped between two worlds and yearn to be alive in one or the other. Feelings without words, without someone to share them with explode in urine, feces, and tears.