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Where I Was, Where I Am, and Where I Am Going. And on a not so serious note, random things I just wish to share. Many times there will be no edits, so be prepared for grammar mistakes.
3 weeks ago. Saturday, December 27, 2025 at 7:27 AM

 

 

  Ropes are inanimate objects, they hold no feelings. 

But in skilled hands they become so much more.

They carry the life, the words, the feelings of the hands they run through.

Ropes are nothing, they are simply fibers bound together and knotted.

But in skilled hands they become lines connecting one point to another. Holding strong and true.

Ropes simply just are.

But in skilled hands they lust after, desire, devour, tether to, build trust, draw out, trust, and love pure and deep. 

 


But… in untrained hands

They become lashings in pain and anguish

They weather and become worn

They hurt and consume

They hate and burn 

They restrict 

They take

They kill

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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