i've always loved peoples hands.
the way the joints move, so gracefully.
the way they can be soft and gentle, or rough and strong.
i love the way veins run up peoples knuckles and the way they clinch their fists.
i've always marveled over the way couples hold hands, how they rub their fingers against each others.
or how children cling to their mothers index finger, maybe even thumb.
i study peoples hands from a far and take in all their triumphs, all their pain, and i wonder what complications they are holding in those soft and gentle hands.

who ever thought

that life could become

    so

              incredibly



                     ­                 lifeless.

A child's smile
A cup of tea
A walk in the woods
A fleeting sense of serenity
An eruption of joy
Happiness
A magic moment
in the labyrinth
of our existence