Window sill stories...
From my window sill, the world is still passing by. Two hands still hold out today. One promises of exciting times but can never tell me when will it appear again. One promises of a dull life but is always there when I fail. A sea of emotions was once falling on me. The waves were crashing on hopes of an exciting future...the hand held out..mine. No one came to save. I swam past it. The hand appeared again, in another time when the water was less turbulent...but I couldn't dare to hold out the hand again..mine. The road was winding down the mountains. There was no obvious wind, no immediate danger around. I never held out a hand, I couldn't dare ofcourse. A hand appeared though..and it just does always..even when I don't ask for it. It walks beside me, not making itself necessary but being away from unnecessary.