leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The world is a safer place when you hold hands. I've mentioned it before, but wished to elaborate, becaue it is on my mind today. I love holding hands. There is something so magic in that. Something 'us against the world' in that small physical contact. Twine your fingers through someone else's and suddenly you are invincible. You are power and energy and luck. You are forever. A current; a tide. You can feel the energy circling through you to them and back. It amazes me every time and yet I crave it, knowing what will happen, seeking that flow. It doesn't much matter whose hand you hold. If you want an amazing jolt, hold the hand of a child. It's all you can do to be still; their sweet, wildly alive energy fills you. I once ended things with a man I'd dated briefly because he wouldn't hold my hand. I just couldn't trust anyone who didn't understand magic. 10:20 a.m. - April 22, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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