I am not scared..
But I’m afraid…
This morning when I looked at my own hands, I couldn’t believe that they’re gone..
years of nurturing them… years of showcasing them… years of abandoning them…
They didn’t even bother to say goodbye.. just slipped away like strangers after one encounter..
…but, wait… now that I remember, my memory is on again all of a sudden..
it’s me who chopped them off!!
But don’t you worry; there will be new breed blossoming before long…
Spring is on my doorway…
It’s time…
Time for a pair of newly fresh hands out of this bamboo plant I’ve been staring at the whole morning….
..yes, they are.
….Arriving soon…
