Monday, 1 June 2009

I will never let you fall

It was officially winter. As she sipped the hot chocolate while looking out of the window, she couldn't help but wonder about the surreality of the dream a few nights ago. The hand. She could still feel the grasp of the hand even as she woke up suddenly, a grasp so strong and sturdy it spoke, "I will never let you fall". It was then that she realised she hadn't woken up crying for the first time in a very long time...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That hand will forever hold you... will never leave you nor forsake you