*You will use your fingers to talk to him, but the world will point fingers at you.
*
I wonder what kind of life we would have if we chose something or perhaps someone we truly loved over things out of convenience. The scene with her mother remains playing over and over again on my mind: What life would I be able to offer you? Despite choosing what we choose to believe that is good for us, I believe we will always seek ways to do something that we truly love. I would rather use my hands and express my love, watch the way they act as I do, let my laugh fill the silence of the room with nothing but my voice echoing across the halls, than be with someone who's able to speak and express what I have been wanting to hear, but the silence completely takes over the rest of our remains.
*You will use your fingers to talk to him, but the world will point fingers at you.
*
I wonder what kind of life we would have if we chose something or perhaps someone we truly loved over things out of convenience. The scene with her mother remains playing over and over again on my mind: What life would I be able to offer you? Despite choosing what we choose to believe that is good for us, I believe we will always seek ways to do something that we truly love. I would rather use my hands and express my love, watch the way they act as I do, let my laugh fill the silence of the room with nothing but my voice echoing across the halls, than be with someone who's able to speak and express what I have been wanting to hear, but the silence completely takes over the rest of our remains.
