I’ve imagined it a million times
Each more vivid than the last
The cold of the metal
The weight in my hand
I’ve thought about the feeling of my finger curled around the trigger
How much pressure will it take to fire?
I’ve imagined it a million times
Yet nothing could have prepared me for the day I finally held in my hand the answer to my prayers.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
I’ve imagined it a million times
Each more vivid than the last
The cold of the metal
The weight in my hand
I’ve thought about the feeling of my finger curled around the trigger
How much pressure will it take to fire?
I’ve imagined it a million times
Yet nothing could have prepared me for the day I finally held in my hand the answer to my prayers.