three in the morning productions

hands falter

Because I was never good at saying the right things at the right time, I sat and quietly thought of all the things I could say to you. I wanted so bad to be what you were for me, when I was hurt. But when I heard your voice, everything I had been preparing in my mind became lost to me. I could have banged my head against the table.

This is what I wanted to say: I know right now that it hurts. I know, right now that you want to find every single one of your faults and then base your self-worth on them. I can tell you it's not worth it. Don't sink into a low, don't give up. I believe that if it was truly your dream then it can't be taken away from you just like that. It simply means that now was just not the right time. Once the pain has faded, you'll see that you never stopped dreaming. You can't. That's why you're so beautiful. Dreaming is what gives us humans the strength to pull through and strive to better ourselves and the world around us. I don't know why I'm telling you this. I haven't a right. You've suffered so much more than I. But then again, that means that you've also experienced more of the mysterious workings of destiny. A revelation, an all-encompassing glance back at the rough, twisting path we've taken, and then true understanding of why we were made to struggle so. Good or bad, everything can be a learning experience. I was weak and afraid to dream again but then you told me that as long as I live, there's always reason to hope. And now I just want to tell you that you shouldn't give up on your dream because... because I haven't given up on mine! I've simply been met with a detour sign, that's all. And the scenery on this road isn't too bad.... and...

Even now, it doesn't matter. I... can't even get out a coherent consolation speech. I've let him down.

ahh, these hands, these restless hands
they are slender and nimble,
but always falter
when it matters the heart

you'll never know how much you mean to me. if only...

02.07.03 - 1:34 a.m.

	hands falter Because I was never good at saying the right things at the right time, I sat and quietly thought of all the things I could say to you. I wanted so bad to be what you were for me, when I was hurt. But when I heard your voice, everything I had been preparing in my mind became lost to me. I could have banged my head against the table. This is what I wanted to say: I know right now that it hurts. I know, right now that you want to find every single one of your faults and then base your self-worth on them. I can tell you it's not worth it. Don't sink into a low, don't give up. I believe that if it was truly your dream then it can't be taken away from you just like that. It simply means that now was just not the right time. Once the pain has faded, you'll see that you never stopped dreaming. You can't. That's why you're so beautiful. Dreaming is what gives us humans the strength to pull through and strive to better ourselves and the world around us. I don't know why I'm telling you this. I haven't a right. You've suffered so much more than I. But then again, that means that you've also experienced more of the mysterious workings of destiny. A revelation, an all-encompassing glance back at the rough, twisting path we've taken, and then true understanding of why we were made to struggle so. Good or bad, everything can be a learning experience. I was weak and afraid to dream again but then you told me that as long as I live, there's always reason to hope. And now I just want to tell you that you shouldn't give up on your dream because... because I haven't given up on mine! I've simply been met with a detour sign, that's all. And the scenery on this road isn't too bad.... and... Even now, it doesn't matter. I... can't even get out a coherent consolation speech. I've let him down. ahh, these hands, these restless hands they are slender and nimble, but always falter when it matters the heart you'll never know how much you mean to me. if only... 02.07.03 - 1:34 a.m.