My little Butterflies.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Sunday, October 7, 2012

A little piece of art.



When an artist wants to show you their art
or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written,
it’s quite often an expression of trust.
Because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart;
little pieces of the artists themselves,
and if they’re willing to share it with you,
you should appreciate it. :) 

May I take your hand?


 
Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with anothers, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, etc., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications.

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