....there they go...holding stuff....putting themselves in my pockets when they are cold or just want a rest...

all my decisions needed some backup and my hands have always been there to help make it happen...

they are my best friends....but why the hell have they hurt me so much?

my hands drive my car pissed...my hands put alcohol in me....my hands have payed thousands for drugs....my hands have hidden when in court my hands have shaken when scared my hands have held my poor body tight in bed my hands have picked up a knife and cut the other one! my hands have touched the beautiful parts of a woman and then waved her goodbye my hands then went and closed the door behind my body then my hands opened an empty fridge and then they dialed numbers and then they scratched me and then they just lay beside me but they were always shaking.

my hands my poor hands went with me I made choices and they had to follow me......they held her tight...they were gripping her tight I could not see them because they were behind her and she would not have been so close to me if it was not for my precious hands....

my hands wanted her and they agreed and they were making it happen my heart was grateful....

but I let her go..

I lost my grip

my hands went all sad and insecure and I no longer had control over them... they wanted to touch her....but I got ill and my poor hands missed out

[faerie_moon_x]

This is very poetic. It reminds me of in that movie, The Never Ending Story, when Atreyu finds the Rock Biter sitting all alone. The Rock Biter says "They look like good, strong hands, don't they?" And then tells how when the Nothing came he tried to hold on to his friends but it took them away anyway.

And it's very moving and sad. And I think that depression can feel like the Nothing sometimes.

I'm sorry you lost someone close to you.

[Trippin2.0]

s to you my monkeyman friend!