in your hands…

I am safe.

(This is what I tell myself.)

both of them

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7 Responses to “in your hands…”

  1. NormalDeviations December 15, 2012 at 7:56 am #

    There are those times we need to be safe, those times that we feel safe, and the times when safety is the last thing in our minds.

    • secretthots December 15, 2012 at 11:04 pm #

      Oh, I like that song you’re singing, there… play it again, Sam… I mean, Dave. xo

    • workspousestory December 18, 2012 at 3:59 am #

      Isn’t that the truth… Safety, or giving it up, gives rise and flavour to so many contradicting but exciting emotions…

      I’m sure both of you can imagine, or even – recall that.

      • secretthots December 18, 2012 at 10:23 pm #

        Ah, memories and imagination… potent potions, indeed.

        • NormalDeviations December 19, 2012 at 11:01 am #

          But do the memories endanger safety or reassure of it? The past – memories – are irrevocably written; the imagination is where the uncertainty exists.

          I’ll take the imagination and what is to come instead of the memories.

      • NormalDeviations December 19, 2012 at 10:55 am #

        Mmmmhhmmm. Sometimes we have a tendency to balance precariously on that line of safety, don’t we?

        • workspousestory December 19, 2012 at 5:29 pm #

          I sense you’re referring to something in particular… if so, yes… I feel that we do.

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