Explanation.

One’s image can be as solid as the rocks of stone hedge or as distorted as a playful hand smashing against still waters. Humans are the many ripples that bounce away from the source of impact or the gravity that keeps a rock planted and sound.

- bb. 

li.brary though.ts | nov 07. 18

Cold hands.
Chapped lips.
Head swarming with the sea.

I have aches between my rib cage
and a life so far away is all I see.

I can smell the sunshine
I can taste the breeze
I long for an era filled with harmony.

The time falls like moonlight
falling down on me
but the time I need
is the time I cannot sew or seam

Like grains of sand between the toes of God
I watch my future with tear-filled eyes andprudent nods.

Life has struck me adamaged hand.
But with hope and faith
I know all my doubts filled with "I cant's" will transform into "I can's."

**b.b // 5:50 p.m.**