Cupped Hands

Writing

Have you ever just stood there, body slouched over and hands cupped together as if they were a cup. A cup that only you can grasp, this cup is holding all of your inner soul within it. All of the things that you could: ever feel remorse for, smile for, or feel sad about. It lies here in this cup that you grasp your fingertips as they touch against each other in a tightly clinched arched position. Water droplets slowly begin to fill your cup. The tiniest touches and drops feel as if they were tiny ants crawling across your fingers. The lake that lies within the palms of your hands begins to become greatly filled. You let the water go and watch it spin slowly down the drain, hoping you’ll never see it again.

Maybe, just maybe this is just me.

Lately it’s just been hard to find someone to relate to.

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