hands [Theme] Page 5

You say: “It hurts me,” and they answer you: “No, you don’t...”. It doesn't hurt you. Are you scared. You're not feeling bad. You're not tired. This is a whim, be a soldier, pull yourself together, pull yourself together. And you're going to. Once you're going, twice you're going, three, four, five you're going, eighteen times you're going, forty-three. And you really feel how you become more hardened and stronger, how your skin becomes rougher, how your armor grows. And where there used to be something alive and warm, a cold void forms.

I wrote all my poems.

Insincere love between a guy and a girl is like beautiful, bright, but quickly fading flowers. Such a relationship will leave behind nothing but fallen petals. The thorns of these flowers are sharp and poisonous - if you touch them, you will hurt your hands. There are relationships that even resemble artificial flowers, because there is no life in them. True love is like a cherry blossom or an apple tree, and it bears many fruits.

September, please be kind, sunny, full of bright colors! Ripe apples, silence of evening streets, smiles and joy of meetings! I really need it, do you hear?!

And they didn’t shake hands with me.

so rude to hide from me.

- I'm sorry that you yourself brought it to this and do not even try to solve everything in a human way. But I will not let you stand in the way of progress. Right, Left - stop!

It was an honest and strange conversation with women I had never met before. None of us had all the answers. But that didn't seem like the goal. I needed to see it, like when you finally stop asking questions and start living the answers out loud.

I don't know what's really going on in heaven, if there's a giant staircase in heaven or a movie theater where you can see everything you've influenced in a sort of "Crash"-type adventure movie. But I know for sure that this is how our stories are arranged: the prints that we leave on the palms of others have the ability to pass from hand to hand. The smallest of our actions, which we forget, can help someone survive and endure. I have ceased to doubt such an impact, because faith in it - faith in miracles in the mud of everyday life - gives you a sense of purpose.

My best friend and I had these breakups in the same week. All of a sudden, both of us were left with just “me.” We didn't kiss our loved ones at night. We didn't wait for a call at the end of the evening to talk about how the day went. We got used to the fact that it takes only a fraction of a second for two people to be alone.

Remembering all this, I wish everyone to experience such moments in life: moments when you realize that your hands are so incredibly small, and the world is so impossibly large. And these two facts do not add up. Perhaps recognizing the insignificance of one's own hands is the very first step towards changing anything.

You also have two hands, and you will not be able to do it. Everyone has a past, and everyone has their own deed ..

Of course, the freedom of my hand is limited by your muzzle, but why is your muzzle deliberately sticking under my arm?

- Yes, you're just a shepherd for goats.