AN EMPTY FIST

We are always holding on to something, then we start to realise that you were holding nothing, just an empty fist, what was there long faded. We fear so much to even open the hand because we think what is there might escape, many things leave us physically, but the psychological part of the mind still believes it's there. We do not lose touch with reality, we lose touch with fantasy, we don't believe in dreams because of what had happened. We don't even know where pain lives, for each part aches. Eyes lost their clear vision for tears always over flooding. Yet we still hold on because we think there is something worth holding, we feel as thou it's still there because the flesh touches each other, the palm is feeling pressure. Maybe we fear opening because we know that there is no more... I don't want to associate with anything, I want you to relate to what you know causes the mutuality. Our brains are connected to the heart, that is why at times we don't know which one is right, there is a personification within a connection that makes each statement seem true. This is like a multiple choice, either there is one right, or one wrong and all of them right, or all of the above wrong. But through it all, one has to make the tick, one has to circle and one has to make a mark. Each wrong is a subtraction to the total mark. Complexities are what each face on their phases in life. I won't tell you not to hold on, maybe that is what keeps you going through the days or years, maybe that hope is the one telling you not to give in. Atleast a good still comes out of it. But you might want to consider opening that hand, not to free it and leave it empty, but for it to assist you in carrying the packages you deal with!