Touch

Think of all the fingerprints left on your skin and your heart by all the people in your life. The friends, the family, the authors, the strangers. Now think of all the fingerprints you've left on everyone you've ever come in contact with. Those marks settle and engrave and shape who you become, who they become.
And my heart calls out for this reality, to be a masterpiece of fingerprints, to feel the touch of others on my life. To let people draw near enough to grasp my hand and to reach my trembling fingers out to them in return. I long to feel and be known. To connect.
So, I guess the only question now is what kind of fingerprints are you going to leave?

September 15, 2016

Just trying my best to hold onto feelings in the heart of Tennessee.