Some care about hands more than heart. Preserved their hands, from the mess of the heart. Forgot it is the heart that feeds all.

Some only care about what they, others, can see. Creamed the hands, forgot the heart. Ugly touch.

Some, hands need to touch other hearts before they can their own.

Some, soothe others, forget their own.

Some, not knowing their own, do not see others.

Some, can hear their hearts. (the hum of yearning for touch). Use their hands in every way to shut the voice. Alcohol, drugs, and cigarretes. Toys, clothes, and cars. TV. Jogging, talk, and work. Even pets.

Some, own hands fight each other, all their life. Need an extra hand, from outside, for a little while, to hold down gently. (Just a little while, and after that every now and then).

Some hearts, when they were young, were handled by big rough hands. Hands that cheated them. Taught them they could be handled roughly. These hearts grew to cheat their own hands. Told them they didn't need them.