see the stars hung on the sky, little stud earrings.
sometimes there is only clasped hands, crossed legs, and time dripping by.
( I realise that there is a lot of the world that I don't take notice of, don't care about, or simply am unable to understand or remember. )
between my interwoven fingers and pressing palms, it feels like I am holding the world.
I part my palms -- and I hold nothing.
Which is better God only knows. είναι ότι δεν είναι έτσι ;