Monday, July 17, 2006

8 years ago there was a boy,
who was clinging onto you ever so tightly.
grabbing your hands like a child to a father,
afraid of getting lost.
afraid of being left alone.

as the years go by,
things starts to get better.
the grip on the hands starts to get looser,
to a point it was slipping off with each moment that went by.
to a point where sometimes he wondered if he had ever held on to the pair of hands before.

8 years on,
the boy has grown,
to a person whom he knows its not what the father would want him to be.
and now he hopes that he will be able to find that pair of hands,
in which he found much comfort, protection and strength in, to hold on to once again.

and this time round,
if he ever gets the grip on the pair of hands,
he knows,
to never let go.
desmond scribbled at 1:08 AM.
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