hands

i cannot answer why you make the most sense. it is just the way it works. its just the way this mind works. it is scattered and crazy. but in your hands it feels together and content. everything is clear and brilliant. i dont want to lose these hands. dont jump. without me. you make the most sense. and it means everything right now. little makes sense. but your hands make everything clear. i am hearing fallacies from glaring eyes. but your eyes speak only truth. and your hands speak only love. your hands in mine. makes the most sense.