Poem (Don't look...) by Harold Pinter - Don't look. The world's about to break. Don't look. The world's about to chuck out all its light and stuff us in the chokepit of its dark, That black and fat suffocated place Where we will kill or die or dance or weep Or scream of whine or squeak like mice To renegotiate our starting price.
My hands ... They've provided comfort and reassurance. They've applauded and offered peace. They help me express myself and they've fisted themselves in anger. They've been abused, cut, cracked and they've been pampered, ..kissed, and carried. They look good all dressed up or naked. I love my hands and the story they hold deeply to tell ..♥