HANDS

A woman is a soul of mystery, sometimes to herself as well. She can take the pain of an entire ocean yet not shed a tear. She can be a need for a hundred souls, an inspiration to the fallen and shoulder to the broken. She can become everything one needs her to be. But sometimes she’s just her; dreamer like a child and winged like a free bird; trying to let go everything; dying to be alone…

You made me your friend; I made you the love of my life! I was left with nothing more of me but you. You filled my mind with the countless memories that I pretend to forget, every hour, every second! You were close, yet so far that you never understood what I meant…