A hearty handclasp

Sometimes i think that a simple, long squeeze of the hand is all someone needs for comfort.
holding hands can be meaningless, but if the hand is held hard, it makes all the difference. to me, it just shows how much the person cares. they care about holding on.
a harsh reprimand from a respected person can tear a person apart.
it seems to happen to me alot. my attitude is almost always (seems like, anyway) wrong.

do i have anything more to add?
i think not...

You've got plans,
And I've got mine,
But maybe someday our paths'll cross
like a perpendicular line.
For now I won't be sad,
It's just a temporary loss,
So, be GLAAAA-A-AAA-AD
We might meet again in a later life
going together like a fork
and a knife.


i know, i'm bad at it. terribly bad at rhyming. i always think it makes thing sound so cheesey--at least when i try at it.
either way, friends,
remember your poetry.

oh gosh! my site looks so pretty, i can barely get over it!

an entry dedicated to a boy named justin.
my brother. (no, not "bother"! BROTHER.)
anyway...
he's a cool kid, and he loves jesus.