A hand that cares… and loves.

Author: John Aspen Catingub

Started: 1:12 A.M., Saturday, January 28, 2012.
Ended: 1:54 A.M., Saturday, January 28, 2012.

I just feel so sad.

The ball was in your court.

You seem incapable of loving.

Not there.

Goodbye.

You are the most incredible man I could ever of wished to find.

I have washed my hands of you.

Time is more than hands on the clock but breaths in the body so ask me where I have spent twenty-seven years of breaths. Son of Father Time… my father, I think of him as The Abomination; we tend to agree I should have never been born and yet someday.