i know my hands are rough,really rough,but i'm proud of 'em.
these are the hands that hues the world i wake up to,love overflowing from the spout of my heart. these hands' roughness have the struggle etched in them. every folds of these...
Is life beautiful?
by abraxes hunt (whisper)
Row,row,row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.
but aren't we all going upstream? is that we are never "merry"? is that why our lives don't feel like "dream"?