HANDS

if i ever started to express my love of hands, rest easy, i have not even started yet.
today, after a very stimulating sociology class [which always gets me in the moods to watch everyone]..i started paying attention to peoples hands & connecting who they are to their hands.


while hands dont say e v e r y t h i n g, they say a fuck of a lot. i saw, big hands with big strong fingers, wide hands, pale nail beds, rough hands, dry hands, moist hands, long hands, wrinkly hands,guitar hands, heavy hands, metal hands, stubby hands, withered hands, hands hands hands..
they speak for themselves really. 


i did something, i havent done in a while. i held someones hand while i spoke to them, &the connection was amazing. a little awkward at first, but worth it. she had delicate hands with slim long fingers..they were also rather cold.


i asked her if she was an artist. yes. i asked her if she kept a clean room. yes. i could tell this from her hands, not the way she dresses, but i could feel it in her hands. does that make any sense..or am i just like the homeless people on the subway..'the end it near! my bowel was shaped like a comet!'


hands are amazing people. i wish holding peoples hands was just a normal thing, i love it. it saves a whole lot..because if you dont like holding someones hand..or dont feel much, then you know..its not right. 
i know my hands say a lot about me. i draw on my hands, wear rings, nail polish..ya know? but i also have large love/venus mounds, a gap between my pointer & middle finger [huge spender], rough yet soft hands..currently dry. i'm sensitive, but most wouldnt know that because i dont portray my sensitivity..a little unhealthy, but it works for me. i shop a lot, spend money i dont have. i love a lot, i nurture, i give..with strength i dont have. my long fingers.. constantly gripping on to what i can..savoring, attaching like octopus legs.




..fucking hands man.