imagining .... you holding my hands against yours thumb is larger, longer—in these hands I hoped you could trust the world . . . maybe such hands might carry out an unavoidable violence with such restraint, with such a grasp of the range and limits of violence that violence ever after would be obsolete.... these hands that would hold u till the day may come.. that even though the hands would grow sign of years that had past..... would still hold the same hands that has been the only source of strength....it maybe cold someday but hope u wont feel the coldness but the warmth that has been shared through the years ,,............but i dont really know if this imagination would come to reallity....because its seems that the hand i was suppose to hold was taken away by my own shadow of mistake...We are all mistaken sometimes; sometimes we do wrong things, things that have bad consequences. But it does not mean we are evil, or that we cannot be trusted ever afterward..... i cant say such things to you believe me...i was in a bad mood that time... am sorry.... if u cant be the same as before.. i would feel better if u could show just a lil bit of understanding.... even just a a small bit... hope u would read this .......... :(
Posted on: Thu, 11 Jul 2013 17:04:48 +0000