We cannot change the past, but we can touch it with different hands.

Show me the world inside you, I don't mind if you have broken walls or abandoned garden, and if your moon is dark let me hold your hands.

When emotions run out of your veins, the sun doesn't rises in your chest and neither do the clouds form in your hands.

There are some feelings I will never be able to express and one of them is how your hand feels in mine.

I like to look at people's hands. The lines drawn, the color of their skin. All beautifully different. Not one is raised or taught the same.

Do your hands hurt from all the people you've touched but never held.

Throw your hands in the air like you just don't care, then hug your pillow and cry because nobody cares about you either.

Hands that hold you so tenderly that you feel loved and bruised at the same time.

Trying to decode the language of your hands, They say it can render a woman speechless.